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The Slow, Horrible Death of the Scottish Newspaper

Waving a last bye-bye

AlbannachThere’s a lot of musical chairs going on in Scottish newspapers just now. Every time I log on to twitter there’s another batch of long-established writers, editors, production staff and photographers waving their last goodbyes. And judging by the youth of those who move to fill the very few remaining seats, the terms and conditions can’t be that attractive.

I’m watching this unfold from across the sea, having waved my own goodbye as freelance contributor four years ago. I probably wouldn’t have got much more work anyway, as they were already piling as much writing as possible – even the specialised stuff like my art reviewing – onto the desks of demoralised permanent staff.

All the time that I was freelancing in one of Scotland’s two big broadsheet stables, my father was freelancing in the other. Every time one of us had tales to tell about redundancies, efficiency savings and editorial hand-wringing, the other had identical tales to match.

Despite years of apparent immunity to cuts, my father has finally fallen too. Maybe that’s why, for me, this round of cuts feels like the last one – the final death knell for Scottish newspapers. In place of the weekly Gaelic page that he has edited since before I was born, they hope to cobble together something unedited, and fully paid for by Gaelic agencies.

“right now, the Scotsman is asking its freelance Gaelic writers if they will work for free”

That’s not news. That’s state propaganda. Why don’t they ask the government to sponsor the news pages while they’re at it? And they could get the galleries to supply art reviews of their own exhibitions. Hey presto! You have what the Dutch would call a sufferdje – a vacant free rag of a newspaper, paid for by advertorials and delivered through your letterbox whether you want it or not.

Sadly, we all know that newspapers are fighting a losing battle against endless free content online. There are the blogs, written for free, some of them adding terrific value (like Lallands Peat Worrier) and many just going through the motions, trying to get noticed (please tell me I’m not one of those). In fact, right now, the Scotsman is asking its freelance Gaelic writers if they will work for free.

Being paid is sooo last century, but food and electricity bills remain as urgent as ever. So writers like me are pushed into the world of paid commercial content, keyword stuffed and designed to convince you to sell your soul (or at least your e-mail address) by the end of 1000 words. “Would you like to know how much money you could make by getting to the top of Google for your chosen search term?” began an e-mail to me today, after I sold my own soul to an SEO training site.

It’s a sad state of affairs for Scottish newspapers. We are watching them wasting away to the bone. I don’t pretend to have the answers; I just know that something important is vanishing from this world. Writing that’s not built around keywords. Writing with no hidden sponsor’s agenda or a pithy call to action button at the end. Writing we would pay good money to read.

Anyway, that’s my tuppence worth on the matter. For free. Now read my bio and don’t miss my call to action on the way out.

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headshot15weeAbout Catriona
I love to tell stories. My career has covered many bases, but communication has always been at the heart of everything I do. From journalism, politics and PR to art and design; from broadcast animation to published picture books and copy editing, it’s all about making people look and listen, and love what they hear. 

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Lay Down Your Weapons

The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Jargon

Nobody likes to be accused of using jargon. You write with your eagerly learned vocabulary, your intelligent shorthand standing in for months and years of hard-won knowledge, and some fool comes along and dismisses it all as jargon.

It’s true: jargon is in the eye of the beholder, and almost never in the eye of the writer. I’m sure I’ve been guilty of smuggling it in myself, in the past. But when writing for a universal readership, I do try very hard to leave it at the door.

That’s because I believe that jargon is an armoury of weapons.

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Willem de Poorter, Still-Life with Weapons and Banners, Haarlem 1636 (Herzog Anton Ulrich Museum, Germany)

In the clumsiest of hands, it’s only a danger to its user. I remember in the first weeks of my art history degree, a private school boy with floppy hair and standard issue red jeans dropping recently learned big words into his sentences in class. Chiaroscuro was one of them, contraposto probably another. The thing is, despite his exaggerated swagger, he clearly had no idea what they really meant. In his hands, art historical jargon was a big old blunderbuss, and it was literally backfiring on him. Boom.

But jargon can also be a precision weapon. During my ongoing efforts to make myself professionally irresistible (how do I look?), I have browsed the offerings of other copywriters. Pssshhw, says an arrow called copy process development. Pthwang, says another called touchpoints. Thwuddewuddewudde says a third, narrowly missing me, called brand governance. I am buckling under a hail of jargon arrows (let’s call them jargows), feeling totally inadequate without a way to defend myself.

And that brings me to the third and most commonly encountered weapon of jargon choice: the shield. Let’s face it, jargon is a great way to hide. Wrap yourself in the language of your own army, cover up the weak spots in your raw core skills, and hope that you have done enough to deflect the arrows of those scary experts who have better aim than you.

I’m sure I haven’t been immune myself. For years I wrote art reviews in a national newspaper, and I know I was guilty from time to time of reaching for readymade art clichés to make life easy, for me and for my reader, and perhaps also to give the artist I was reviewing the benefit of the doubt. But in truth, these pre-packaged phrases would do nothing more than bridge the gaps in my understanding; linguistic empty calories expanding the word count without nourishing the brain.

But if I caught myself in the act; if I realised my words were empty, or a tangle of confusion, I developed a trick that I can highly recommend. I would take my hands off the keyboard, shut my eyes, and imagine myself explaining the concept to my mother. She’s an intelligent woman, open to new ideas, but not au fait with contemporary art terminology. She’d not hesitate to pull me up if I peppered her with bullets of artspeak. In every single case, within 30 seconds, I’d have it nailed. Do you know someone like that? Try it, next time you can’t quite find the words. It’s amazing how quickly your instinct to communicate takes over.

There’s another kind of discipline that has shown me the plain English way. It was, in fact, not speaking English. I was brought up speaking Scottish Gaelic as well as English, and like many other Gaels, my level of competence is just short of professional fluency. But one of the professional bonuses (and challenges) of speaking a minority language, is that you are gold dust, even without full fluency, in a media desperate for input.

So for a while there I was writing music reviews in Gaelic for another national newspaper. The language is laden with rich musical terms I could have used, but sadly, I didn’t know them. So I had to become very creative with the basic vocabulary I had, inventing little metaphors and stories to get my points across. Like, say… comparing jargon to weaponry.

I have, as a result, laid down my arms. Join me, please, in the march for unilateral jargon disarmament. Let’s write as we speak to each other, with honesty and respect. Let’s leave the weapons at the door, and make a real connection.
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headshot15weeAbout Catriona
I love to tell stories. My career has covered many bases, but communication has always been at the heart of everything I do. From journalism, politics and PR to art and design; from broadcast animation to published picture books and copy editing, it’s all about making people look and listen, and love what they hear. 

Looking for a copywriter to help you tell your story? Get in touch!