
The life of a photo editor is never boring, but I miss shooting. I miss the nerves, I miss the excitement, I miss it all. I need it badly. I'm striving to be the best and working on a real story.
However I find myself in a different calling right now. Everyday I wake-up head to budget and fight for space. I fight to keep a photo standard. Everyone thinks they can do my job. Everyone thinks they can make a photo. They don't understand, and sometimes I want to say fuck it because who/what am I fighting for? And then I realized I'm supposed to be doing this. I owe it to those Alex Stawinski's, Jill Woodbeck's, John Remus', and Merissa Ferguson's who created a standard, a name, an expectation, a legacy. If I don't stop this now their won't be the next Jessica Scott, or the next Dan Stewart.
If only my staff new what I have sacrificed for them and how much I care. That's why I'm an ass about deadlines and cutlines. I want them to be the highlight of the paper, I want them to be the next legend, the next CPOY winner. I want perfection and if that means being steam rolled by the other editors I'll gladly do it again.