It's no secret. Every résumé I send out lists my educational background: BA in Drama, Postgraduate diploma in TV Writing and Producing.
Still, my career appears to have a mind of its own.
(Name that movie: "It's this brain of mine, it's always makin' mistakes…It's got a mind of its own.")
So instead of dolling up for the Emmys, I'm typing away most days of the week, double-checking sources, pitching ideas to editors and spewing words at a rate I never thought I'd be able to handle.
And now I'm booking interviews, eager to chat with politicians and public figures who I fear will see right through me.
"What kind of question was THAT? You didn't go to journalism school, did you?"
Nope. I didn't go to journalism school.
But I'm a journalist.
It just feels a little weird to admit it.