I’m a dramatic editor.

Don’t me wrong – my desk editors and reporters and columnists at The Appalachian are lovely and talented. But sometimes, I still click on a Google Doc and get so mad I forget to breathe. The article will appear on my screen with a source missing, or a blatant Oxford Comma, or 5,000 characters when 1,000 would’ve done the job.

It happens simply because I don’t manage a staff of cyborgs, but a very real and flawed group of student journalists and editors.

But sometimes I’m not good at remembering that, and I end up stomping around for 20 minutes, complaining about things that usually aren’t that big of a deal.

So now I have a new coping strategy: I get up and take a walk. Continue reading →