I get to write about so many things as your friendly, neighborhood writer and editor. From blogs to website copy, press releases, and more, I try to be all things to all people. But what surprises many of the clients I work with is that I still love being a high school sportswriter. Most people didn't even know that part of my life exists, but it's true. Before Edit This® and all the content writing gigs I do now, my first big break in the industry was as a sportswriter. And
One of my favorite things to do in my free time as a professional writer at Edit This® is to chronicle the time I spend with my family, especially my boys. Take my oldest, for example. Christian has always had an intense love for baseball, and I’ve always done my best to be there for him and teach him as much as I can.
In the spirit of Throwback Thursday, I came across the piece below while looking through a few older columns I wrote for Murray Media Group. I wrote this not
Being that it's Throwback Thursday, I figured I'd share a significant career milestone with everyone. It's crazy to believe, but I got my first journalism job 20 years ago this month. The year was August, 1997. I was hired as a high school sports writer at the Lewisville News by Dawn Cobb, who I credit for kick-starting my career – even though I was only a junior at the University of North Texas and didn't have much going for me at the time. This may not seem like huge news,
I wrote a blog in November with some tips on how to write a great lead – or "lede" as journalists spell it. After all, a lede is part of our culture as writers. It gives readers the main points of an article right away and, if cleverly written, hooks the reader's attention. So we best make sure to get it right or ... well ... no one will bother reading our stuff! The purpose of this week's blog is to simply share my own lede writing, with an emphasis on sports journalism. For
In honor of Throwback Thursday, I thought I'd share a column I wrote nearly two years ago for the Denton Record-Chronicle. In the article, I told a story about our oldest son, Christian, who for a while there had a difficult time dealing with my crazy work schedule. Basically, the poor guy couldn't go to sleep at night until he knew Daddy was home safe. For those of you who don't know, I am also a high school sports writer. And that schedule I referred to tends to keep me out
I pitched a story idea a few years ago to my colleagues at the local newspaper about a great guy by the name of Jared McClure. Jared loved baseball. He played it, coached it, watched countless hours of it, and even stepped in as an umpire when he could. It sounds cliché, but baseball was his life -- more so than anyone else I knew. So when Jared, a former employee of mine in my former life as a bank manager, quit his decent-paying job to start his own one-man coaching clinic