When I started working at my tiny newspaper, I didn't realize there was a tiny-newspaper fraternity/sorority out there. Today when I talked with people for a story, three of them told me about their connections to this very paper. Maybe I should worry about the rapid turnover, but they all seemed happy I was working there and didn't share any horror stories or even roll their eyes.
And now, while I'm avoiding writing that story, I can (and did) call up a friend who works for a different tiny newspaper and whine a little. And she understands. And I love her for her support.
For a writer, I'm very tight-lipped these days. Or tight-fingered.