As the wreckage of the failing print media biz comes crashing down on our suddenly less-informed heads, the fallout has forced a mass migration of refugee print journalists and editors to the Internet. I am one of those refugees.
I got my start editing at a very young age, proofing signs and menus for misspellings and inappropriate quotation marks. I graduated on to editing my teacher’s handouts in elementary school and then went on to edit the school paper in both high school and college. Then, on to the real world where I became an actual, paid editor.
After the Internet revolution displaced me from my home (ostensibly constructed from ink and dead trees), I wandered the Earth—trust me, it’s not as spiritually fulfilling as Samuel L. Jackson makes it sound at the end of “Pulp Fiction”—searching for a new home. And I landed here. At Manolith. Then these fine folks made me editor of everything. Absolutely everything.
As the new benevolent dictator of Manolith, I’ve made it a capital crime for anyone here to be any less than awesome. Behold our awesomeness with fear and trembling.
E-mail me: pfuller@tsavo.com.
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