Paper Trained

Need a little advice, kids? Well have a seat.

I work at a high school, which means I often interact with high school students. It’s not nearly as bad as it sounds.

Most of them know I do this writing thing and can tell that I’m pretty happy, so the aspiring wordsmiths among them often ply me for advice.

“How can I become a writer?” they ask with wide, dewy, earnest eyes.

“Work for a newspaper,” I reply.

Without fail, they then look at me as if to say, “Gee, thanks for the advice, Grandpa, but the world doesn’t work that way anymore.”

Punk kids.

Yeah, Mr. Allegra, you’re still cool!

Sheesh, I’m not stupid. I know where newspapers are going. A couple of years ago I even wrote a feature story titled “Black and White and Dead All Over.” The fate of the daily newspaper is obvious.

I wasn’t telling those kids to work for a daily, though. The weeklies are where the action is. Unlike their big city cousins, weeklies aren’t in financial trouble – and they’re great places to get your boots on the ground, learn the trade, slough off a few failures, and develop a local following. Also, weeklies happily accept journalism newbies. They have no choice, really; their salaries are much too low to attract anyone who has already proven himself.

So, Go Greenhorns!

My old paper, Suburban Trends, was published on Wednesdays and Sundays. Each reporter was assigned a town to cover. Then each reporter was made to understand that he or she was to submit six stories about that town every week. Three stories per issue. “At least three,” Mr. Editor would then tell you with a solemn nod. “Because, you know, four stories are better than three. Better for you, if you get me.”

Oh, I got him.

The job was not as ominous as I make it sound, really. The stories didn’t have to be long or involved, they just had to be in Mr. Editor’s grubby little hands before deadline. This, of course, taught me how to bang out punchy, polished copy on a variety of topics – which is excellent training for anyone who wants to write.

The greatest benefit of this system, however, was that it forced me to be independent and resourceful. You see, Suburban Trends editors didn’t oversee their reporters very much. They gave you a list that told you when the local committees and boards met. Then they showed you the door and told you to come back with three stories. At least three.

You soon learn that only four of these local meetings are worth going to:

1. The Town Council Work Session, where the council talks about what they’re going to talk about at next week’s Town Council Meeting.

2. The Town Council Meeting, where the council talks about about what they said they were going to talk about the week before – only, this time, instead of talking they yell.

3. The Board of Education Meeting, where a small yet vocal minority tries to get a beloved principal fired.

4. The Planning Board Meeting, where people argue about whether or not they should let some guy build yet another ugly strip mall. (Don’t worry ugly strip mall fans; they always get built eventually!)

All of the other township committees and boards exist only as an excuse for middle-aged men to get out of the house, eat butter cookies, and talk about fishing.

Okay, everyone, enough chit chat. Let’s get down to the first item on tonight’s agenda: Jerry’s golf swing.

A good reporter on a good news month might be able to get three stories from the Town Council Work Session, four from the Town Council Regular Meeting, two from the Board of Education, and two from the Planning Board. That adds up to 11 stories per month.

Only 13 to go!

So government news wasn’t going to get me anywhere near my quota. Once I wrapped my brain around this (I believe the epiphany came during my attempt to turn a new pooper scooper law into a three-part exposé), I got out from behind my desk and trolled the streets.

It’s so easy for a writer to forget how important it is to walk away from the desk. Granted, meeting a person face to face takes more time and work than a phone call or an email, but you can get so much more out of it. People tell you things over coffee or a beer that they would never ever tell you under any other circumstances.

I made a point to get to know everybody. And while it might sound cliché, everybody does have at least one good story to tell. Before long there wasn’t a conversation that took place over a back fence in that town that I hadn’t heard about. People I would’ve never noticed (or would’ve actively avoided) under normal circumstances became valuable sources. A lot of them became wonderful pals. And many of my experiences with these unique, eccentric, delightful, and slightly-dangerous-looking people inspire my fiction writing to this day.

A possible source. A scary one.

I had no problem finding story ideas after developing these relationships. Even during the summer, when the Board of Education didn’t meet and the Town Council members were too hot and sleepy to muster up the energy to yell, I never missed my twice-weekly quota.

In fact, I often submitted four stories per issue. And y’know what? Four really is better than three. Because when you have four stories you can tell Mr. Editor to get out of your face and go bother someone else.

36 Replies to “Paper Trained”

  1. Great tips. Completely agree. I worked as a regular contributor to the Quebec Chronicle-Telegraph – the oldest newspaper in North America. No one but the anglo community in QC even knew it existed. I love working with newspapers. I wish I could find a way to do it fulltime.

  2. So funny, I love your writing.

    Whenever I tell someone that I want to write for a newspaper, they tell me I was born in the wrong decade. I probably was.

  3. I like laughing, and surprised laughter is my favourite kind. Thanks for really improving my day with lots of surprised laughter and some giggling as well.

    1. I really did write a news story on a new township pooper scooper law. Believe it or not I even called up the mayor for a quote.

      When the mayor heard what I was looking for he asked, “Slow news day?” To which I replied, “Oh, this isn’t for the paper. Poop just fascinates me!”

      Fortunately, Mr. Mayor appreciated my sense of humor.

  4. Hey Mike:-) Just got round to reading this – thanks for directing me to this post. Hmmm, definitely some fuel for thought…there are a couple of local weeklies in my area, I could certainly present myself and my work to them and see what happens. You do make it sound really appealing…in a ‘bring on the challenge, and that bad guy editor is actually not too bad at heart and I really do want to please him’ kind of way. Or maybe that’s just the way I read it. To see myself in print regularly…even if I know it’ll be used to soak up some dog’s accident, or start a fire later…there were the good old days when it might’ve been used to wrap some hot, delicious, soggy, vinegary chips…

    1. So glad it got the gears turning, Harula! The work could be difficult, and the hours were usually nutty, but what I learned from the experience was invaluable.

      Being a reporter taught me so many good writing habits — even more than I mentioned here. (Hm… Perhaps a follow-up article is in order…)

  5. Really enjoyed this and several others of yours this evening. I haven’t been actively writing or even reading lately but finally put one out today and decided to do a little reading. Glad I picked yours. I haven’t written any articles for newspapers but have submitted poems which were accepted for the “Poets Corner” in our local monthly paper. Even that much thrilled me. Thanks for your tips. I’ll be looking for the picture book with the creepy biker guy. (Who, by the way, reminds me of some one…not sure who, but he looks so familiar.) Kinda creepy ..huh!

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