Membership has its privileges

My inner curmudgeon doesn’t like joining groups. Maybe it’s because I’ve been involved in lots of groups that dream big but fail to deliver. Maybe I’m a misanthrope at heart. Maybe I have perfectionist tendencies. Maybe I’m just a control freak. Any or all of these things may contribute to my general disinclination to join groups that expect me to contribute a lot of free time to them, but lately I’ve decided it’s time to join up.

After all, membership has its privileges. (Wasn’t that an old AmEx commercial?)

One of the groups I’ve recently joined is a writing group the goes by the name We Put Words On Paper. I infiltrated a couple of their meetings, after my new friend and Black Heart volunteer Amanda Kimmerly mentioned them, and once the required 2-meeting vote was taken, I was unanimously accepted into their ranks. Hooray!

The group meets up on Monday nights for critique sessions and boozing (like all writers’ groups worth their ink), and publishes a blog on all manner of creative pursuits. While each member has his or her own writing interests and goals, the ultimate point is for everyone to help each other succeed at becoming better writers by working on something every day. While we may not be experts in all genres, we do have poets, short fiction writers, screenwriters, writers of rhetoric and technical documents, and even aspiring novelists. We dabble in many different areas, including music and painting, and as founding member Brandon Ney signs his emails, we’re Always Inspired.

In addition to the We Put Words On Paper group, I also finally forked over my $20 to officially join NAPA—also known as the National Amateur Press Association. I’ve been receiving their monthly bundles in the mail ever since Secretary-Treasurer Bill Boys agreed to sponsor me as a trial member, and it’s been exciting to see what kind of things show up each month in the little manila envelopes.

This month held an intriguing edition of The Boxwooder entitled “Guns, Guns, Guns,” by editor and publisher Jake Warner. Although at first glance I wasn’t sure I wanted to read about guns, particularly given recent events in Arizona, I opened it up this morning over coffee and was surprised by what I read.

Not at all a glamorization of guns, nor a moralizing tale, Warner describes his experiences with guns growing up in rural Kentucky, where all households maintained at least one (and often several) shotguns for hunting purposes. He goes on to describe various boyhood antics with weaponry, as well as military encounters with ancient rifles, and comes to a close noting that he no longer cares to hunt with guns, though he has no beef with those who do. An interesting insight into some of the reasons that some might use guns as legitimate tools (or even playthings, under appropriate circumstances), though he quotes Kurt Vonnegut, who once said “The purpose of a handgun is to make holes in people.”

Reading these contributions from the bundle have certainly provided me with a different perspective, and my decision to join the group (despite earlier hesitation) mainly stems from an appreciation for these differing viewpoints. Most NAPA members do appear to be predominantly from an older generation, and receiving these publications has been almost like reading messages from some very worldly, thoughtful grandparents who are eager to share everything from recipes to memories of the “olden days” to poems. (By the way: If you’re a member who’s not of “grandparent” age, please understand I mean no disrespect!)

So although I don’t publish anything in print these days, the National Amateurs have inspired me to do so. I’m not sure what I will ultimately include as my first submission to their bundle, but I’m looking forward to coming up with something that will amuse the membership. Maybe a few haiku?

In the meantime, I’m still plugging away on the novel, and have been trying to portion out more work on Black Heart to interested volunteers. Amanda has been reading poetry submissions and writing book reviews, and I recently received an email from a Canadian volunteer named Jennifer Thompson, who is going to begin reading some of our short fiction pieces. If anyone else is interested in sorting through the slush pile in search of literary gold—or would be interested in writing regularly for the website on literary topics—let me know and I’ll put you to work!

Stay weird, Austin.

Amateur journalism and blogging: friends or foes?

Having recently joined the National Amateur Press Association as a trial member to find out what the group was all about, I received their regular bundle of amateur journalists’ publications. I read through a few to get a feel for the organization’s ideals and goals, and one of the ones that caught my eye was The Prickler, published by Barry Schrader of DeKalb, Illinois.

Schrader asked the question, “Will blogging doom ‘Amateur Journalism’?” in a single-fold pamphlet, and I found myself curious.

After reading his June 2010 installment of The Prickler, it seems that Schrader believes:

… this new age of computing and online expression has had little or only marginal effect on the AJ groups. They continue in decline and seem to have lost their attractiveness to young people…”

According to Schrader, young people have little interest in the “old-timers” that make up the NAPA, and thus their club will eventually have to look to failed or thwarted “real” journalists to swell their ranks—people who “intended to become newspaper reporters, graphic designers or creative writers but were forced into different careers for economic or other reasons.”

This, to me, misses the whole point of blogging and digital publishing. After all, blogging is often referred to as “citizen journalism” by mainstream news media (who also, in my opinion, largely miss the point—but that’s another entry for another day), and bloggers are often afforded the same rights as “real” news media outlets, and then some. Odd, then, that Schrader would consider bloggers not to be amateur journalists, presumably because they do not pay dues to the NAPA (or the American Amateur Press Association, its more modern counterpart), or print their works on dead trees. If one sends out e-newsletters rather than “tree-newsletters” (as Sy Safransky of The Sun might call them), does this make one less of an amateur journalist? I would think not. But then, I suppose the entire argument really hinges on the definition of “journalism,” and the ways in which writers for the web currently perceive themselves.

Prior to my discovery of the NAPA, I never would have described myself as an amateur journalist. A journalist, perhaps, having at one point written a column for a newspaper, but certainly not an amateur. The description does, however, make sense. One who does not work for a professional publication but instead publishes for personal reasons, without formal training or schooling is, effectively, an amateur journalist. Bloggers, then, are for the most part amateur journalists. But if I publish a blog, and have never been to J-school, does this make me an amateur journalist by default, even though I have previously published a regular column in a newspaper? The distinction seems, to me, irrelevant, and by default casts aspersions on the whole concept of “amateur journalism” in our digital age.

Ultimately, I feel that blogging and amateur journalism do not compete for the same audience. Blogs are for those who enjoy reading or browsing material online, whereas amateur journalism is the type of hobby writing that appears most often in the form of annual holiday newsletters printed on special stationery. Is one better than the other? No, although one is certainly more easily accessible by strangers. Both may be home to great or terrible writing, and both may have their audiences and their detractors. I suppose, as a child of the Internet, I simply don’t see much attraction to spending my hard-earned money on printing things up for a limited audience when I can just go ahead and press “publish” on my blog for free.

In the end, I doubt I will end up joining the NAPA as a permanent member, not because I do not appreciate their efforts or enjoy their work, but because I prefer to join virtual communities as a blogger. I enjoy the ease of communication that the Internet affords us all (even when many of those easy communications turn out to be spam). I appreciate the comments readers leave on my blogs, no matter how few and far between, and I like being able to reach all of my friends at once with a few clicks of the keyboard and a post on Twitter that is instantly cross-posted to my Facebook account, spreading my work throughout the English-speaking world in a matter of nanoseconds. This instantaneous access is, I suspect, what originally drew most of us to the Internet, and what continues to hold us hostage to it. Can we really close the browser for good, when everyone is so effortless connected? It seems sacreligious to even suggest it.

And while I may occasionally wish I were a bit more inaccessible, taking a media holiday just to escape the inescapable, I really do love the Internet’s ability to bring people closer together through words and pictures and endlessly propagated memes. It’s quite amazing, really, when you stop to think about how it all works, and how my fingers typed these words only to transmit them directly to your brainpan a few minutes later. Sure, printed pages are nice, and I do hope to publish a real live book this fall, but blogging isn’t going to stop that from happening. (Well, not unless I never end this entry, anyway.)

What do you think? Are blogging and amateur journalism the same thing? Compatible? Incompatible? Friends or foes?