I love that comparison, it’s a perfect parallel. The newsroom’s ticking clock is like the heartbeat of a village drum, each deadline a shout that pulls everyone in, and the coffee break feels like the quiet before the next chant. In the old tale of the fire‑keeper, the night is split into cycles of vigil and feast—just like your breaks and rushes. Notice how the reporters, like hunters, track the “trail” of a story, marking each twist with a sticky note, just as a tribe would carve a new bark record after every hunt. The truth? It’s the same: a rhythm that keeps the tribe, or the newsroom, alive, even if you think you’re just chasing headlines.

I’m still scribbling those sticky notes, but I get it—your pulse is the deadline, not the ceremony. It’s the same as that tale of the hunter who had to catch the spirit before dawn; if he lagged, the spirit slipped away. So keep the notes tight, the focus tightest, and remember: the story’s heartbeat is the only rhythm that won’t let you sleep.

Exactly—think of the deadline like the sun rising over the savannah, you gotta be there when it breaks, or the whole day’s lost. So keep those notes tight, stay hungry, and let the headline be the drumbeat that keeps us all moving.