The Difference Between Journalism And Literature

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Who what where why when, the 5 'ws', the lead of the story are supposed to tell the reader, I'd learned in this journalism school, but I'm stuck on the first 'w', haven't even gotten to the story. Who am I? Doesn't the writer need to answer that question before he can write the news? Before I put down the first word, a thousand speculations cross the surface of my mind, and the pencil never moves. I sit at my desk asking myself, who is writing this? I try to go back and remember: let's see, I was born after World War II. A cloud of advertising brought our country forgetfulness in the '50s. Not so long before that, the Industrial Revolution alienated labor. The world, in which all these dramas were enacted arose out of cosmic dust, which itself came out of a big explosion... 'Turn in your papers. Class is dismissed, ' I heard the professor say. My pencil hadn't written a word.

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