So how did you get into journalism? is a question I am often asked… my now encoded reply.. “I was a curious kid and liked reading”. I reasoned it was a good combo for storytelling and an inquisitive mind boost the investigation skills.
An Arts-Psychology degree later and several hapless stints in community radio and newspapers saw me finally burrow my way into my chosen career. I was fixated on the path least likely to expose my sensitive nature and persona in the real world. I had a plan… I would work in newspapers! That way my shy side would remain suppressed to the masses, but my outward empathy would come in handy. I wore the Piscean sensitivity like a badge of hono-r. My Scorpio moon would help me reveal the truth and my Capricorn rising would come in handy later when I was dealing with those unscrupulous types.
I began my cadetship not in a newspaper but on radio…. not exactly what I planned but hey it was only a voice that people would hear. It wouldn’t involve voice and face. I could still hide. A radio gig meant no-one actually ever saw you much… and as long as you made sure that microphone logo showcasing your network was strategically covering the interviewees face in the Nightly News TV in full frame then your day’s work was done.
It was a low-grade, low paying job with horrific hours and no sensibility when it came to reporting on tragedy so when the call came to take up a TV job for a higher grading I negotiated a producer role too so I could continue to remain fairly anonymous. That was until the day the head newsreader got wedged in flood plains and plan B, C and D failed. Gulp. Yickety Yikes. This Piscean was in the spotlight and so I got my Capricorn on and fooled everyone, including the CEO who immediately appointed me the weekend newsreader.
The great irony was that in my regular reporting role I could hardly look straight at camera… I was painfully shy… but in a studio I was mostly Teflon… and to my greatest horror the role stuck. I was an accidental newsreader.
Once this sunk in, I followed the moons and planetary alignments with great religious fervour and along the way I found another Mystic lover who had dyslexia when it came to saying Medusa. This amused me for years. By this stage I had reached the larger networks and our colleagues, all household names, would delight in long-winded explanations of Mercury retrogrades, Mars and Saturn placements.
While the big name stars were doing coke and porn, I was learning how to “tap” my insecurities away and get my game on with the new moon.. and stay away from the crowds in the dark moon. I began to notice certain synergies with eclipses and breaking stories and I was never surprised by these so-called random natural disasters and catastrophic events.
Last year a make up artist said to me hey.. so can you tell me a but about this astrology stuff? You just seem to have a lot of luck and great timing, even when shite goes down. You seem to know how to exit a delicate situation with aplomb and reinvent yourself in a commercial break.
I’ve since discovered that newsrooms all over Australia are teeming with Pisceans.. creative and sensitive on the one hand and the perfect candidates for the typically addictive behaviours you find in the news world. Alcoholics galore unite.
Gawd. Even Roopie Murchoch is a Fish.
Meantime my perceived ‘vice’ of astrology helps me navigate the news world with mysterious cunning and precision moves.
Image: deliberately anonymous back view.
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