Confessions from a NASCAR Sportswriter

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Confessions from a NASCAR Sportswriter

 

It’s a difficult business, sports writing. When you are a freelancer, it’s even harder.

 

Now that the "dot com" nation is beginning to get recognized as more than mere journalistic wannabes, the field of sports writing is becoming a sink or swim business. And to make it you had better be ready to fend of sharks, pacify piranha, and be prepared to defend your stance, your team, and your ability.

 

NASCAR is the topic I write about most. Why? You may ask. Well, truth is I love it. I love the sights, the sounds, even the smell of race day. When the engines fire in either series; my blood turns to high octane, my heart beats in tune with the high horsepower engines, and my mind races faster than the drivers around the track.

 

I love the thrill of a breaking story, I love the satisfaction of an article well written, and I smile with every change of the read counter.

 

Some are in heaven, putting their favorite driver in the headlines, for some it’s battling the clock to get their story out first, for others it is simply there love for the sport and the joy of writing even the simplest story about it.

 

For me, and many others, it’s a deeper connection. Sometimes spiritual, always addictive, but a deep desirable pull that we can not ignore.

 

Writing will always be my passion. NASCAR, with or without my favorite driver, will always be my inspiration. And the sites I frequent are my playgrounds.

 

You will rarely see, or hear, me pushing my drivers face and accomplishments around because first or 43rd, he will still be my driver.

 

I don’t follow every move of the "new NASCAR" poster children; although I can understand why many do. The names bring readers, the fans are many, and the latest rivalry will out trump a factual report any day.

 

I have no issues with those whom follow drivers I don’t like, as long as they accept the fact that I don’t have to like him as well.

 

I fight the sharks (those nasty writers) that down the sport, or bash the drivers, teams, articles, or even their fellow writers.

 

I pacify the piranha (those that comment with the wrong part of their anatomy) that leave hurtful, spiteful, vulgar, stereotypical or just down right idiotic feedback. I’m glad you took the time to read my article, thank you for your lack of opinion, go jump in a lake, bye.

 

I’m not saying you have to agree with my stance, but if you disagree do so with some sense of respect.

 

I acknowledge those like me and with respect return their courteous, yet constructive suggestions. After all I’m learning all the time, and their opinions are welcome because they are relevant and helpful.

 

I remain as active as I can in my writing community, because that's why it's there. I promote the work of others, because it's good, and because our sport deserves it.

 

We are here to promote not just a sport, not just a site, but ourselves and each other.

 

I here by confess…

 

I’m a NASCAR sports writer. I’m proud of my sport, and (for the most part) proud of my trade. I bleed high octane, sweat motor oil, and breathe smoking rubber.

 

I’m a business woman, a fierce friend, a strong competitor, and a creative artist.

 

I am a NASCAR sports writer. And this was my confession.

 

 

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