In the mid-1990s, the predecessor to Internet journalism - that is, text appearing on a computer - was considered greatly inferior to journalism printed on paper.
Real reporters worked for newspapers or magazines. Electronic copy was written by hacks or kids.
I was determined to beat this prejudice. I used my spare time writing extra articles for the paper, including "orphans" the light pieces that ran on the lower left-hand corner of the second section, and "A-heads", which ran down the middle of the front page.
I used two weeks of vacation to turn around tiny stories on the paper's spot desk. I wrote an edition of the Journal's weekly marketing column.
The articles ran, but my career went nowhere.
I didn't give up: I applied for every position open, pestered anyone I thought might be able to help me, and even approached the CEO of Dow Jones on my mission. Although he was very nice, he didn't give me the job I wanted.
"Just because you write for the Journal," one editor finally told me, "doesn't mean you are good enough to write for the Journal."