I'm panicking, just a tiny bit, as I look at the schedule of thing I have due before my wife's due date later this month.
It's all manageable; I always manage. But then I look at the clock around 5 p.m. and another whole day has passed without a lot of progress on the things that are looming.
I really hate being one of those reporters who throws stories together at the last minute, especially since my editor and I work so hard to plan things out months in advance, but after 12 years at this job I've learned that the majority of my stories get written in a burst of activity and energy at the home stretch. That's not a bad thing, necessarily, but when I do get stories done in advance and with a lot of control over their flow, I wonder why they can't all be like that.
Last week was a good example of a Wednesday when I wrote story stories simultaneously over one long workday as I tried to make sure all the loose ends were tied up before my Thanksgiving days off.
I was a little disturbed by some of the angry, unnecessary comments below the Web version of the story. I think people are wary of any pursuit where a child may earn fame, and I certainly had misgivings about it when I met the family and asked questions about it. But I still find it hard to stomach people who can go online and say mean, vile thing about a 9-year-old and his family under the veil of relative Internet anonymity. I find it disgusting and enough people in our newsroom have felt the same way; we're cracking down much harder on comments at statesman.com and austin360.com, a move I was very happy about.
Jenni Jones, who is a video wiz, shot the video below to go with the story:
Maybe I've become a little too cynical because when I heard they were doing a movie of The Wolfman, I already saw flashes of fiery disaster, like I was Christopher Walken awakening from a long coma with new, soothsaying powers.
But then I remembered I think that about most movie ideas.
Maybe it's the A-list acting talent or just the steampunky elements in the trailer, but I'm kinda sold on it. Of course, I think that all the time and the number of actual movies I pay money to go see could be counted on the fingers of one hand.
A hand that has been involved in accidents where fingers have been cut off.
Anyhoo, here's the video. We've only got one more left before we go on vacation.