How to become a journalist – follow these steps to employment!

Since the age of 14, when I realised food critics get paid to eat in restaurants, I’ve wanted to be a journalist. Every task I’ve done up until that point has only made me want it more. I’ve had my fair share of free food, haircuts, gigs and stash from just penning my thoughts in student papers.


It’s a notoriously tricky business, and when you reach the end of university you find yourself at a crossroads: Do you take on unemployed internships for months until someone gives you a job? Do you do a masters? Do you start your own blog? It’s a tough call.

Over 8 years of trying to get into the business, this is the advice I’ve been given.

  1. Shorthand is the single most important thing you will ever learn.
  2. Shorthand is pointless.
  3. Make sure you take part in student journalism.
  4. Don’t bother with the student paper. Employers care more about work experience.
  5. Work experience isn’t that important. You need to show your own initiative. Write a blog and stick to it.
  6. Forget the blog. Most editors have no idea how to use the internet.
  7. Do a masters.
  8. Don’t do a masters.
  9. Making tea for the office is beneath no one.
  10. Whatever you do, don’t start making tea for everyone in the office. They’ll just think you’re a kid.
  11. Print is dying.
  12. Print is sacred.
  13. Be aggressive with interviewees.
  14. Be nice with interviewees.
  15. Be more dog.
  16. Be more cat.
  17. Stay away from the Daily Mail. It’s where the integrity goes to die.
  18. Every editor in the country respects journalists from the Mail.
  19. Start on a local paper – you can work your way up.
  20. Local papers are a death sentence.
  21. Don’t get sued.
  22. Take risks.


Maybe there is one true path to a job in journalism. Over the course of one year at City University, we’ve been to a lot of talks from people we admire, who “made it”. Their success stories almost always go like this:

‘Well I’d just finished uni and I was at a bit of a loose end. I did a bit of work experience at a local paper and someone had a heart attack while I was there. I called an ambulance. They gave me a job after that.’


‘I was at a loose end at uni. I was doing summer work painting my neighbour’s house. Turned out he was the editor for Vice. He gave me a job.’

So basically: piss about for a bit, move to a wealthy neighbourhood, do some chores and work at a paper where the average age is well above 60.

Ok, so there are some valuable things I’ve taken from this.

Take Advice With A Pinch of Salt

The scary thing is, every last piece of conflicting advice I was given is absolutely right, but only for the situation it’s given in. Listen to your betters, they’ve been through it before. Think about how the advice you’re given relates to your situation.

Do You


You don’t always have to listen to people’s advice on how to get a job. Journalism is a really broad industry, and different things work for different people. When you’re 18 and desperate to know the secret to success that’s not really what you want to hear, but it’s true. Do what you think you can get the most out of for yourself. Don’t worry about how it makes you look to employers. You will only end up miserable and stressed beyond measure. You’re doing this because you love writing, or you love talking to people, or you love debating ideas. Do what you love, not what you think is correct.

Don’t Panic

It’s ok if you haven’t got a job straight after uni. It’s ok if you haven’t got a job in journalism a year after graduating. It’s even ok if you haven’t got a job and your coursemates are all doing grad schemes at the Times with company cars. To quote Baz Lurhman: “Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and in the end, it’s only with yourself”.

Make Friends, Not Rivals

If there is only one thing I’ve taken away from my degree, it’s that your friends are the most important part of your career. There’s a lot of practical reasons for this: you’re all working on different papers and stories. you can share contacts, leads, tips and advice. Once, while doing freelance work, I forgot to hang up a call before interviewing someone. My friend on the other end overheard the interview and took the time to record it all for me so I wouldn’t lose my notes.

Having friends in the biz can also motivate you to do more than you would on your own. With a close group of people always telling you what work they’re up to it’s hard to be complacent.

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But mostly, they let you know you’re not alone. Everyone’s scared. Help each other. The friendships you make in your early career will stick with you forever. They’re important.

How to become a journalist – follow these steps to employment!

A Canadian, a drug addict and a journalist walk into a bar…

I need a new name.

In a lecture last week we were told that the key to social media success is an original online presence. This means having a name unique to everyone else on the interweb.

You would think with a name like Edith this shouldn’t be a problem. I am a young digital journalist, fresh out of uni with a knack for online. How many Edith’s can there possibly be?

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Here’s a sample of those featuring above me in the google race:

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Wait, what?

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Oh right.

Nowadays, it’s expected that future employers are going to google your name. However, if your future employer is a journalist you want to be in the top two search results. Otherwise you’re not working hard enough or no one likes you.

Sure, my linkdn and twitter profiles do come up in the first page, but that’s a pretty small gain considering who’s beating me to it: A canadian real-estate broker and a heroin addict.

So how am I going to beat my demons? The easiest way would be to start calling myself Edie. All my friends call me Edie anyway. It’s a seamless link between my public and personal lives. Edith is stern and distant, Edie is friendly and reliable. Let’s try it.

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How are there still so many!?

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So this is my problem: I’m battling for internet fame with a woman who sells houses in Nova Scotia. She’s dominated the scene and stolen both of my names.

What happens next? Our tutor Ben Whitelaw suggested we stick a middle initial in there. Studies show it makes you look smarter and journalists have been using the middle initial as a quick-fix for decades.

My twitter handle is @Edith_L_Hancock. This is my little experiment to see if adding a middle initial not only makes me look distinguished, but gives me an identity. Plus I don’t have to have thousands of numbers after my name. Let’s try that on google search.

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So far so good. Even though I don’t even show up on the first page, all my competition is dead.

But this doesn’t really fix anything. My wordpress account username is still ediepeadie (In my youth I started a baking blog but it was never meant to be), and apparently there are a lot of Edith L Hancock’s in the world because the gmail address is already taken. I’ve had to go for, which is a bit more Bebo than journo.

There are of course other options. I could completely switch and start using my middle name: Lily.

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More search results than any other name. Perhaps not.

Or I could do an F. Scott Fitzgerald. E. Lily Hancock has a nice ring to it, but I’d be betraying all the Ediths in the world. Despite what google search says there isn’t that many of us. I’m proud to have a uncommon name and I’ll be damned if I’ll let google envy take it away.

For want of time to really tackle this issue, I have left the blog address as edithandedith for now. I think it sums up my first world problem pretty well. Until I can hack into this woman’s website and change her name to Susan, I am in the shadow of my fellow Ediths. Be they into real-estate or hard drugs.

Any suggestions for identity ideas, drop me a line!

A Canadian, a drug addict and a journalist walk into a bar…