My only dream my whole life has been to be a reporter. I worked on my high school and college papers, took journalism classes and held a lot of unpaid internships while working at coffee shops.
When I finally got a job, I tried hard to get good, interesting stories that meant something to people, and to write in a way that challenged the status quo, to bust down a few doors, to expose people to something new. It was really great to find a place where I could do that while making something close to a fair wage. The people I worked with were amazing, dedicated, funny professionals. I basically had my dream job.
Now, it’s all over ? the market, it turns out, doesn’t value what we do. So, Papa, what does that mean for me? Should I call it quits? Finally go to law school like my parents always wanted?
?Broken-Hearted on Broad
It is sad when something good ends. Have a drink, and tell the bartender what happened so that you can have a second drink for free. You should go fishing, and take what you catch and cook it in a cast iron pan over a fire. Good writing is important but it is not for everyone, so if it is too hard you can be a lawyer and hunt on the weekends and make your mother happy, but it might make you miserable. It might make you miserable to keep writing, and it will make your mother miserable also, so it all depends on the kind of miserable you want to be. But if you keep writing what is good and true, it will always be valuable, even if the bastards try to knock you down.
But, really, though ? how will I pay my student loans?
?Broke on Broad
Alli Katz communicated with Ernest Hemingway via Ouija board. You can reach her with any other questions for Papa at firstname.lastname@example.org.