Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Chaos
Look, I’ve been in this business for 22 years, and let me tell you something: nobody knows what the hell they’re doing. Not really. We’re all just winging it, trying to make sense of the world one story at a time. I mean, honestly, who actually knows what’s going on? Not me. Not my colleagues. Not even the so-called experts.
I remember back in 1999, when I first started at the Edinburgh Herald—yeah, it’s not around anymore, shockingly enough—my editor, let’s call him Marcus, told me, “Lindsay, journalism is about telling the truth.” Simple, right? Wrong. It’s not. It’s about telling a truth. Your truth. The truth you can fit into 800 words, with quotes from two sources, by 5pm.
And that’s the thing. We’re all just trying to fit the chaos of the world into neat little packages. It’s like trying to put a greased pig in a box. You think you’ve got it, then it slips right out of your hands.
Breaking News: It’s All Kind of Bullshit
Don’t get me wrong, I love this job. I really do. There’s nothing like the rush of a breaking news story. The adrenaline, the excitement, the sheer terror of getting it wrong. But let’s be real here: alot of what we call “news” is just us making it up as we go along.
Take last Tuesday, for example. I was covering a city council meeting—boring as hell, by the way—when suddenly there’s a commotion. Turns out, Councilman Higgins had just announced his resignation. So, what do I do? I whip out my phone, start recording, and try to make sense of the chaos. I interview a few people, get some quotes, and by 11:30pm, I’ve got a story.
But here’s the thing: I didn’t really know what was going on. I mean, sure, Higgins was resigning, but why? Was it the scandal with the parking meters? The affair with the mayor’s secretary? The secret third account on OnlyFans? (Okay, that last one’s not true. Or is it? Who knows.)
Point is, I didn’t know. But I had to file a story. So I did what any self-respecting journalist would do: I made it up. Well, not completely. I just… filled in the blanks with what I thought might be true. And honestly, that’s what we all do. We take the facts we have, and we build a story around them. It’s not lying, exactly. It’s just… creative licensing.
Sources: They’re Just People, Too
And let’s talk about sources. You know what they say: “On background, off the record, deep throat, anonymous, confidential, not for attribution.” It’s all bullshit. They’re just people. People with agendas, people with secrets, people who want to see their names in print. And we, as journalists, are supposed to be the gatekeepers. We’re supposed to verify, to fact-check, to hold the powerful accountable.
But let’s be real: we’re not. We’re just people too. And sometimes, we make mistakes. Big ones. Like the time I thought I had a scoop on a major political scandal, only to find out that my “source” was actually a guy named Dave who worked at the local pub and had a grudge against the politician in question. Oops.
But here’s the thing: even when we screw up, we keep going. Because that’s the job. We fall down, we get back up, we write the story. And sometimes, we even get it right.
Why We Do It
So why do we do it? Why put ourselves through the stress, the uncertainty, the constant fear of getting it wrong? Because, honestly, it’s the only thing we know how to do. It’s in our blood. It’s who we are.
I remember talking to a colleague named Sarah over coffee at the place on 5th about three months ago. She said, “Lindsay, we do this because we have to. Because someone has to tell the stories. Someone has to hold the powerful accountable. Someone has to make sense of the chaos.” And she’s right. That’s why we do it.
But that doesn’t mean we’re always right. Far from it. In fact, most of the time, we’re probably wrong. But we’re wrong together. And isn’t that what matters?
A Quick Digression: Physicaly Exhausting
You know what’s physicaly exhausting? Covering a protest. I did it last month, and let me tell you, it’s not for the faint of heart. You’re running, shouting, trying to get quotes, all while dodging tear gas and rubber bullets. It’s like being in a war zone, but with more people yelling about their rights.
But hey, that’s the job. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So, What Now?
So, what’s the point of all this? What’s the takeaway? Honestly, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s that we’re all just doing our best. Maybe it’s that the truth is a moving target. Maybe it’s that we should all just chill out and have a beer.
I don’t know. But I do know this: the news industry is a mess. And that’s okay. Because it’s our mess. And we’re gonna keep making it, one story at a time.
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Anyway, that’s all for now. Tune in next time for more of my ramblings. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even get it right.
About the Author: Lindsay McBride has been a journalist for 22 years, working for various publications across the UK. She currently serves as a senior editor at Edinburgh Daily. When she’s not writing, she can be found drinking coffee, yelling at her cat, or pretending to understand politics.
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