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Answering my inner optometrist.

9/18/2018

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As a freelance copywriter, I hear this career advice over and over: "You have to have a niche." To which a voice inside my head whines, "But I don't waaaaaaant to have a niche." (I can't even decide whether I want to pronounce that word "nitch" or "neesh." Please don't make me commit my entire career to one skinny vertical.)

Here's the thing. When it comes to effective advertising and marketing, it's really all the same: You are communicating with human beings. First, you identify what your target customer cares about: What do they yearn for? What are they anxious about? What hurdles do they face? You figure out how [insert product or service here] will improve this target customer's life. How will it eliminate their headaches? How will it save them time, money, or effort? And how will they know that it's the best solution, both before and after their purchase? And how can you get your message across to them in a way that resonates?

I've advertised mutual funds and wedding cakes. I've marketed private schools to discriminating families and washing machines to laundromat owners. B2B, B2C, healthcare, software, décor, travel—you name it, I've probably done it. And if I haven't, I feel certain that I could.

But recently, I do keep asking myself: What do I enjoy working on? And who do I enjoy working with? And here, I'm beginning to sense some discrimination.

With such musing, I experience a certain kind of delight: the same one I relish whenever I have my eyes examined at the optometrist's office. "Which is better," the doctor asks me as I peer through various lenses at the letters on the eye chart. "This? Or this?" "Is it better now? Or now?"

I absolutely LOVE that part of eye exams. I love considering the two competing options, occasionally asking to see them again, and then announcing my answer with confidence. And I love knowing that with every honest, accurate declaration, I am getting one step closer to a vision prescription that is going to improve my life.

Similarly, I may be narrowing my freelancing focus just a teeny bit. My interests remain broad, admittedly, but I'm beginning to ask myself the question "Which is better?" more frequently. And giving more consideration to every answer. I can't wait to see what kind of career prescription I end up with.

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On working where you want.

8/9/2018

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I've been attending a nifty little series hosted by AIGA Colorado for freelancers and entrepreneurs. Last night, the topic was "Workspace Matters," and the panel of speakers discussed coworking spaces, work habits, and the like.

At the conclusion, the moderator asked us to assess our own working spaces. And so I will.

Many days, I commute a whopping two miles to a fabulous coworking space called Confluence. I take advantage of their "hotdesk" membership, which lets me grab any open spot in a lovely central room. Confluence has free parking (though I may start biking or walking), a great kitchen and dining area, and complimentary coffee, soft drinks, and yes, beer. They host social/networking events where all of the members can get to know one another and learn what each of us does for work. We're going to start doing some volunteer work together, too. Possibly my favorite part about Confluence is the book club they hold every three weeks. To me, nothing beats a good book club, particularly one taking place about 20 paces from where I work. So my assessment of my coworking office is A-double-plus.

Now, some days (like today), I work from home. I love my home office, too. I can nap and fold laundry as needed, and I can work whenever I like—including before sunrise.

The central feature of my home office is my coworker, who shares an office chair with me. Little Guy is a chiweenie (chihuahua + dachshund) who loves to snooze on an old sleeping bag directly behind my back. My husband is chagrined by the ergonomic implications of the way I sit and implores me to invest in an Aeron chair. But if I were to do that, I think I'd have to keep Little Guy and his claws off of it, and I don't think I could bear it. I mean, really: could you?

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The terrible decision is yours to make.

6/29/2018

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I was just visiting a website and a pop-up window gave me two choices. I could either click on a big orange button that read, "Yes, I Want Access!" or I could instead click on grey, unembellished text beneath it that said, "No, thanks, I don't want the FREE online course. I'll let my competition watch instead."

I just couldn't bring myself to click on the "No thanks" text. I searched for the discreet little X to close the pop-up. Thank God for that nonjudgmental little X, because anyone who chooses the "No thanks" text is clearly a rube. A boob. A chump.

Now, I'm sure that such pop-up windows are effective—I see them all the time these days. But they're just so... heavy-handed. They're like a salesman who leaps directly in your path, thrusting himself into your personal space, demanding "just a minute of your time."

"Hi, there, friend," he begins, uninvited. "I have just a quick question for you. Do you want to be happy, healthy, and sexually fulfilled? Would you like to eat all the fried foods and desserts you crave but never gain an ounce? Would you like to double your income, your physical endurance, and your lifespan? Would you like to eliminate fatigue, wrinkles, and anxiety? Would you like to regain your youth, double your salary, and bring back your favorite pets from the dead?"

"Or would you instead like to ruin absolutely everything? Would you prefer to live in incessant pain and regret, weeping yourself to sleep at night only to be plagued by a stream of harrowing nightmares? Would you like to be kidnapped and tortured by bandits, infested by intestinal parasites, and covered with an itchy, unsightly rash?"

"The choice is yours, friend. You can enjoy boundless pleasure and fulfillment, or settle for crushing disappointment and despair. So: What'll it be?"

I'll opt for the little X, please.




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Your brain is out to get you.

3/18/2018

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Photo by Taskin Ashiq on Unsplash.
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I grabbed the previous statement from this article, but you can find countless similar passages online. Most of them have a congratulatory angle about how "You msut be a gneuis if yuor'e albe to udnretsnad tihs srcamelbd txet."

But you're not a genius. You're doomed.

Because when your brain automatically makes incorrect words seem correct, then how the heck are you supposed to identify misspellings? And don't say "autocorrect." Autocorrect is a conniving backstabber. If you write, "Libraries serve the pubic good," for example, autocorrect will just whistle nonchalantly and look the other way.

I am a professional copywriter, and a perfectionist by nature. And yet, I overlook spelling errors quite often. Too often. And I hvae olny my gneuis brian to blmae.

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I love advertising. I hate advertising.

2/10/2018

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I'm ambivalent about what I do for a living.

I adore being a copywriter—getting to be creative, getting to write, getting to help companies connect with customers.

And I truly appreciate good advertising. Advertising that’s clever, provocative, or poignant; that’s honest, informative, and compelling. I love advertising that makes me laugh. I love advertising that makes me think.

But then, there’s the other kind of advertising. The kind I detest.

I'm not just talking about bad advertising—ads that are cluttered, or confusing, that use ugly fonts or horrible photography. I'm talking about ads that truly irk or even enrage me. These tend to fall into a handful of categories:

Unwelcome and annoying advertising. The only thing more irritating than a pop-up ad? An ad that starts playing unwelcome sound. Pop-up ads make me angry; noisy ads make me homicidal.

Creepy advertising. Let’s say I write about Silly Putty in an email to a friend. And then I suddenly get a Facebook ad for Silly Putty. That is some sneaky, spooky, skulking subterfuge right there. It makes me want to run away. 

Wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing advertising. Advertising that poses as editorial content is a special kind of sleazy. (“Doctors  Shocked by Amazing New Immortality Pill,” etc.) I appreciate whichever lawmaker it was who required such “advertorials” to disclose themselves as  “special advertising sections.” Because it turns out that there are some gullible people out there. Believe it or not.

Mousetrap advertising. Sometimes I encounter a certain kind of article that I just know is a minefield of advertising traps. I have… to be very careful… about where I…. click, because what looks like a benign slider arrow… might actually be… ACK! Suddenly, I’m shuttled off to some huckster’s website, when all I wanted to do was look at photos of a young Elizabeth Taylor.

Price-of-entry advertising. I’ve seen some mighty cute clothing on the right side of my Facebook page, let me tell you. And back when I was naive, I’d wonder how much some alluring garment cost, and I’d blithely click on it to find out. NOT SO FAST, the retailer would say, demanding my email address before I could go any further. You know what I say to advertisers who do that? Goodbye.

Poseur advertising. I got a sponsored post the other day—I think it was on Facebook. “Dear Friends,” it began. “I’m Josh…” Guess what? If you have to tell me your name, we’re NOT FRIENDS. Whatever you’re selling, I don’t want it. Ever.

And don't even get me going on companies who send me long surveys every 45 minutes, ostensibly because they're so focused on serving my interests. If you cared about me, you would either leave me alone or pay me generously for my time.

Advertisers simply need to keep the Golden Rule in mind. Treat potential customers with respect and kindness. Ask yourself, "Would I like it if an advertiser did this to me? If the answer is "no," then don't do it. Please.
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Think of the possibilities.

1/5/2018

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This morning, I was given this dollar by a stranger. There were strings attached.

I was attending a "Caffeinated Mornings" event in Boulder. The featured speaker, Norm Shearer, posed a provocative challenge. He gave 30 audience members (including me) a crisp one-dollar bill each and asked that we do as much good with that dollar as we can—and then report back to him.

He's done this many times before, so he shared a few examples: A woman who bought a bag of clothespins, wrote complimentary and kind statements on them, and surreptitiously clipped them to people (on a backpack, say). A man who invested in a balsa wood airplane and took the time to play with a neighbor-kid who seemed to get left out of his large family's activities. A woman who lent order and courtesy to her apartment complex's chaotic dirt parking lot by spray-painting parking spots (which continued to be used after the paint wore away).

So, my ideas are percolating.

I'm reminded of my friend's cousin, who, finding himself completely broke in Paris, wrote out some recipes, used his last few francs to photocopy them, sold them on the street, and began his rise out of poverty.

I'm a writer, so I wonder if there are letters I could send. Or signs I could post. My daughter had a good idea—create and disperse a list of hotlines.

My daughter also thinks it's "cheating" if I ask for ideas here. I disagree. I say that when it's a good idea you're aiming for, the more minds, the merrier.

So: Any thoughts?

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Sea-Monkeys traumatized me.

12/19/2017

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As it turns out, advertisers can be deceptive.

Let's look at Exhibit A, above. In the '70s, this ad appeared in comic books and depicted what I thought I was going to receive when I ordered... a family? a colony? a kingdom? of Sea-Monkeys. I genuinely thought I was going add water and create sentient bipeds. It gave me a moral dilemma, really. Would they be my prisoners? My slaves? Surely "pets" wasn't the right term. How could I withstand the responsibility of caring for them?

Well, I needn't have worried. Because this is what Sea-Monkeys actually look like:
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Seriously, advertisers? You make credulous little kids believe they're going to raise mermaids and mermen, and you give them what are essentially microscopic water impurities?

Look at the ad. Beneath the garbage about how you can train these little aqua-bugs, down at the very bottom, you can see the disclaimer "Caricatures shown are not intended to depict Artemia salina" (the miniscule brine shrimp you'll actually receive).

What are they meant to depict, I wonder? 
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When Sears reigned supreme.

12/10/2017

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As I've mentioned before, Sears is in its death throes. What makes this especially tragic is how fabulous this company used to be. Just take a look at their 112th catalogue, which seems to have been published in 1901. You'll see everything from wallpaper and sewing machines to buggies and pianos. Not to mention food and tobacco and stoves. Whatever you needed, Sears, Roebuck & Company had it.

I downloaded catalogue #112 here, and you can, too. It's a fascinating journey. Here are just a few of the highlights from the "Cheapest Supply House on Earth":
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Dr. Rose's Arsenic Complexion Wafers were an "absolutely innocuous" way to get a "deliciously clear complexion."
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A "jet black curly dog coat" for $20.
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And, germane to my Sears service experience, they sold refrigerators. (Which seem to have really been iceboxes.)

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Take a look. Marvel at the exquisite ladies' hats. The firearms and toupées. The corsets, the worm remedies, and the gold-filled pocket watches. It will demonstrate to you all that Sears used to be, and will never be again.
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