Mosser column

  • September 22, 2013
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Over the last decade, I have really enjoyed my little spot here in the journalistic universe, my photo peering out of its little square just like a lesser-known member of the Brady Bunch. But change has come. For those of you unfamiliar with my journalistic journey, a short primer: I spent my formative years wanting to be (in no particular order): Jo March of “Little Women”, Laura Ingalls Wilder of “Little House” fame and John Boy Walton of “The Waltons.” I loved the former two because they were young ladies, like myself, who found a real outlet in writing/ the latter I liked because he had a great wooden desk in a room overlooking his front yard. I wrote my first column while I was in eighth grade. It was, ironically, for The Bargain Hunter. Well, there’s been a lot of water under the bride since then, culminating with a morning in early 1997, when, on my way to my full-time job I said (to no one in particular), “I don’t want to do this anymore.” And that was it. Within five months, I was no longer a writer. I swore I’d never look back. I got married, bought a house, had a baby, sold the house, bought another house and made a nice living doing Something That Was Not Journalism. It was a good life. About six years into My New Life, an editor called from The Wooster Weekly News. He was in dire straits and was in need of a columnist. Would I? Could I? Before I realized what I had said, I agreed to give it a shot. I have no idea why. The world kept turning and writing a column – and maybe a freelance story on occasion – finally started to grow on me. I did a bit more when I could. I liked it more and more. And then this crazy thing happened: Graphic Publications was looking for a fulltime editor/ reporter. Part of me said, “Why not?” Another part of me said, “Maybe it’s time.” There also was the other part of me who said, “You are crazy for even thinking about going back to all that: longer hours, non-stop writing, the phone ringing, days when you please no one, pressure from advertisers, pressure from management and those NON-STOP freaking deadlines.” So, yup, I took the job. Effective on some day a hazy week or so ago, I became the new local editor of the Wooster Weekly News and The Wayne Bargain Hunter. Hazy, yes, because it has been a whirlwind of introductions, of computer tutorials, company briefings, and “Hey, have you met so-and-so,” at the home office, where a number of us are making up the rookie squad. And so you wonder, what does this mean to me? Well, it means that I not only work for Graphic Publications; I also work for you. We have a wonderful mission to fulfill: we are all about surprising and delighting the reader. We’re not about doom and gloom—court cases, tragedies and controversy. Because, really – don’t you get enough of that every day? My mission is to inform and entertain you and connect you to your community and the Wayne County community at large. I’m excited. OK, I’m sorta of scared. I want to do right by you. I’m not going to waste space, insult your intelligence or turn news into a gimmick. I believe, even in this day of texting, emailing, Tweeting, Facebooking and Instagramming – you might still like to sit down and take a minute to relax and hearing what’s going on. And, if print isn’t your style – I’ve got a website and social media outlets where I’m going to try and catch you. But communication is a two way street. I’m not going to do all the talking here. If you look at the bottom of the front page, you’ll see where you can reach me – both via email and phone. And believe me when I say, I am REALLY looking forward to hearing to hearing from you. Oh, and the best part? I’m going to be working from my home, at my “new” old desk – the one that looks out onto my front lawn. Just like John Boy.


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