Journalism 101: How do I find an editor?

April 13, 2009 by

Reporter

From my InBox:

Hi Aliya!  I searched the web for XYZ’s email address and it came back to me unanswered.  I then searched for the managing editor’s address and sent her my pitch.  However, I didn’t hear back from her and I’m not quite sure if it was the correct address or if I should have sent it to her in the first place.

I was wondering if it was possible you could point me in the right direction to getting editors’ email addresses?

Thanks,

NAME REDACTED

It’s a common refrain. You’ve got the perfect pitch. You’ve done your research. You know it’s appropriate for the magazine. And you know the right editor to pitch it to.

Now how the heck do you get into the editor’s inbox?

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A picture…

April 9, 2009 by

…says a thousand words.

April 1, 2009, 10 Downing Street, London. credit: Toby Melville/Reuters

April 1, 2009, 10 Downing Street, London. credit: Toby Melville/Reuters

RIP: King Magazine

April 7, 2009 by

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So the thing is, KING magazine was always more than just a place where I wrote stuff.

Ten years ago, I had lunch with Datwon Thomas, a fellow editor. We had a friendly rivalry since I was at The Source and he’d recently left XXL to work for hookt.com. And every once in a while, we’d break bread to catch up and talk shop. Datwon told me about his plans to start a magazine, from scratch. A magazine for Black men. Something that would be irreverent, smart and witty.

He showed me the mock-ups.

“Oh,” I said, “and lots of tits and ass, too.”

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Conclusions

April 3, 2009 by

The weird thing: I actually liked non-stop blogging.

If I had an Iphone or some kind of phone that would let me fully blog and take/post photos, it would have been a lot easier. There was a lot of pulling over in the car and then downloading pics from my camera to the laptop and then uploading to the blog. That was pretty annoying.

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This concludes our broadcast day…

April 1, 2009 by

No grown-up dinner tonight.

I’m done.

My goose is cooked.

I’se tide boss.

Dead dog tired.

Drained.

Must. sleep. now.

I’ll recap tomorrow.

Had a blast.

Hope you did too…

Oh. And if you don’t know what the hell’s going on, take it from the top baby. Happy reading…

thanks for coming out. God bless you. Good night.

thanks for coming out. God bless you. Good night.