I really only check out the headlines and read The Fiver myself these days.
Even reading last Friday's Barney Ronay column had me a bit misty-eyed and
. I've read him so much I already know what he's going to say, his sentence structure, even his familiar phrases and word choice. Breh always loves to put something along the lines of, "and there's the sense that, beyond the off-field stramashes, this was a football life lived in miniature, a set-in-concrete type of player never permitted to explore the outer-limits of his footballing possibilities."
Slightly unrelated. I read an article by a writer who had, for the past four years been freelancing in NYC, and for the past year, applied for over 700 jobs and had written over 30,000 words for apps and hurdles for jobs to get a full-time, staff writing position.
She's a good writer (imo, I've read several of her pieces and blogs) but I think I've realized that writing online is one of those great paradoxes. You can get yourself out there easily enough but then actually getting one of those sacred and holy staff writing jobs for some random website is an utter ballache. But you get one of those jobs and you're creating froth and stuff that will likely be skimmed and forgotten about in an hour. Is there a paradox somewhere in there? I dunno. I've just been thinking about this all week, sorta makes you think what it's all for, all the pop culture websites, the sports journalists, the critics, so on.
In the end she got a job with Buzzfeed