I’ve spent days hemming and hawing over this Haitian chocolate factory story, trying to make it a straightforward news piece while retaining some color and human emotion. This afternoon, just as I was putting on the finishing touches, my publisher e-mailed me this story.
DAMN. Scooped by the New York Times. Their story is more in-depth, written better (I can admit it), and, worst of all, it beats my story by a week. It will appear that I followed their lead like a dumb little novice reporter. Now my publisher is deciding whether to squash the story that cost me a half-day at work and a bushel of sweat and consternation. Dems da breaks.