So, I’ve finally landed a job. It's the ninth day since I've been working as the Editorial Intern at the soon to be published De Pulse, a magazine intent on providing good writing on Guyanese entertainment.
As far as qualifications go I’m probably a novice when it comes to being an editorial intern, although that’s neither here nor there given that I’m still uncertain as to what exactly an editorial intern is. People keep asking me what I do on the job, and I keep telling them,“Whatever Ruel (my boss) tells me to”, which is about as vague as you can get. Seven days is probably too short a time to decide if I’m doing anything noteworthy at the magazine or just tagging alone. On the fifth day Ruel told me I’m doing excellent work. I’m not sure what he meant since I didn’t think I’d done anything yet. I was probably being irrational when I figured he was playing with my mind...I’ve got no idea what he’s going to say when we reach fifty days.
Still, I can’t say I’m unexcited about working on a magazine even if the job description seems ceremonial. Really, I’ve only been doing this for a week and half so I guess the bulk of the work hasn’t really hit me yet. I’m just one of those neurotics who thinks if it’s not stressing me out, it’s not work...and I’m not sure I’ve been doing any work, just sort of helping out.
I’m used to writing reviews and talking cinema over at my blog – having become increasingly enamoured of movies over the past two years – yet I’ve retained many qualities of the intellectual snob, particularly that pride (self importance?) about being a somewhat avid reader. They keep saying reading’s a dying art, but I’m not sure if the art’s dying or the quality of the available writing is waning. It’s probably an egg and chicken argument.
People intent on reading entertainment writing keep flocking to the internet for the most ridiculous entertainment news from overseas – and it’s not even well written. True, people seem to have some sort of a sick affinity to written trash, but I’m still naive enough to believe that something that’s really good will sell. I mean, who doesn’t want to read a good magazine? Bored out of my head I’ve even sunk so low as to read my sisters’ Seventeen magazine – a plethora of crap I knew little about (so, I’m not blameless), but on the off chance that it’s actually a good article, does it really matter if I went in with any previous knowledge?
Fine, blame it on the lack of good writing, but with De Pulse here I don’t think that excuse is going to be valid anymore – more than a generic entertainment magazine De Pulse is intent on being an article with good writing.
A confession: I can’t say I’m au fait with Guyanese talent, something that should probably make me feel horrible since I am working helping out at a magazine intent on showcasing Guyanese talent. The thing is, I don’t think you have to know about Guyanese talent to enjoy De Pulse. Good writing is good writing, and at this publication, that’s a guarantee.
Stay tuned.
