So, what I was hoping would be my biggest, best, most original story of the summer at the Sacramento Bee never ran.
Because I wrote it in the last two weeks, working frantic 14 hours days? Because it’s a contentious issue and the Bee is not known for sticking out its neck? Because it was too long and went through too many edits? Because I was naive and believing and unprepared to fight?
Whatever it is, I’m not going into journalism, it’s not a huge loss for me. And I would have forgotten about it if it weren’t for occasional reminders from Bee interns that I’ve kept in touch with. And if it weren’t for running into it today while looking for graduate school documents.
This is neither the original thing I wrote, nor the final edited version. It was somewhere in between, when one day I decided I would save a copy on my laptop drive and work on it at home.
