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Scout on the Front Page

I have a story in the paper today that I think you'll find interesting, if not cleanly written. I actually made mental notes today comparing my original submission to the edited piece, so now I know what not to do next time. Every day is a learning experience, isn't it?

Anyway, here's the story.

Comments

dive said…
Cool! Robyn the front page journalist!
It's a great piece (as always) and it is a pleasure to watch your writing career blossoming.
11:51 AM
RoverHaus said…
Hey! I know Patrick and Lori. And you do too!

We sure have good taste in friends.

Not only did I learn some local news, I was inspired!

Great work!
12:50 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Well done Robyn! The front page feels so good doesn't it. It's always a learning experience, with the Subs changing your text; it never changes, however experienced you get so it's one of those things you have to live with unfortunately.

Great article, well done, Scoopgirl. x
4:25 AM
Anonymous said…
Good job, Scout! Amanda enjoyed reading about her fellow Barbourites :)
9:08 AM
MmeBenaut said…
Wow Robyn. Ditto Dive's comments. How fantastic that the paper put this piece on the front page, it's such a heartwarming, inspirational story and of course, beautifully written.
8:15 PM
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