July 10, 2020
Last night I was almost asleep, and I reflected on the fact that a journalist’s life is pretty much about pleasing others. How odd is that? I wouldn’t say entirely but a great deal of this job’s fate has no other escape than falling into the judgements of the audience. And they can be sometimes very harsh.
As a first motivation that usually comes from a journalist’s writing process, I could say curiosity, observance or even idealism are typical hallmarks. But at the end of the day, what really feeds a journalist’s soul is when a story is righteously welcomed by the readers.
If a journalist ever claims not to care about what people think about their stories, what would be the point of making news anyway?