In the last year, 38,000 journalists lost their jobs, more than 24,000 of them in print. Add to that, thousands of freelancers now competing with the laid-off for a diminished pile of work and what starts to look like a safe(r) bet? Fellowships! Grants!
Imagine my horror/pride when I found out yesterday I’m competing against two of my favorite colleagues, both seasoned veterans with terrific proposals who serve on the same board, for the same fellowship this year. Shriek! We just held our semi-annual board meeting of the American Society of Journalists and Authors in Atlanta where, walking to dinner afterward, I found out our shared ambition.
Having been a nationally ranked saber fencer in the 1990s, it’s been a while since I had to try to beat out women I know, like and respect personally as worthy competitors. Oh, well, fingers crossed for at least one of us.