not …emotely. And I’ll still write, too. But in my mind, this is the breakup I first saw coming long ago, the moment when I finally get to admit to myself that I’m not a go-there-and-report-on-that journalist; I never was. I’m not even a call-and-ask-tough-questions journalist. In fact, I’m not a journalist in my heart or soul at all. I’m a writer, a storyteller, a person who is skilled at working hard and fast. I even made some good journalism for some good publications. I tried. But I am not built for this, and it’s not just me.
