I’ve spent twenty years in newsrooms where the coffee is burnt, the deadlines are “yesterday,” and the ambient noise sounds like a chorus of clicking keys and quiet desperation. For a long time, I bought into the hustle. I woke…
I’ve spent twenty years in newsrooms where the coffee is burnt, the deadlines are “yesterday,” and the ambient noise sounds like a chorus of clicking keys and quiet desperation. For a long time, I bought into the hustle. I woke…