So, it turns out you can't just decide you want to do something and then go do it. People expect you to have experience. Psh. Who needs it? My newfound desire to become a journalist has resulted in one thing: this pathetic blog. Apparenlty I need clips. Oh clips. Such a simple word for such a huge concept.
Random movie reference: "Oh Jo. Such a small name for...such a person." -Professor Behr, Little Women (who doesn't love this movie?)
Anyway. Clips. Yes, they want evidence that you are a good writer and know what you're talking about. And they don't just mean your ramblings. I know it's what I want to do, but I have no evidence to back it up. I might as well have decided to become a heart surgeon, "Give me a pair of gloves and a scalpel, I know I'll be good at this. Experience? Wha? Never touch the stuff."
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