Showing posts with label feeling like a hack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feeling like a hack. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

How much "exposure" do you need?

It looks like Showtime should have had a different pitch for their latest contest. Instead of promising graphic designers exposure at an upcoming boxing event, they should have labeled it a free vacation package.  That might have gone over a bit better. Or the designers who are boxing fans would be more inclined to say yes.

Though to be fair, this is an ad/PR firm working on Showtime's behalf. I'm guessing more PR than ad company.

Let's look at that email and Mr. Cassaro's response.


I'd have a few "Qs." (It's cute when ad people try to be hip.) How long are these spots? How prominent will my contact info be on these spots and at the MGM Grand? Yeah, I get exposure on the social media, which might include some decision makers for various companies that might be client material (who now know I will work for "contests.") But who do I get real face time with?

The answers are pretty pat here. The only real exposure will be on social media, which is a crap shoot (pun intended) and where it really counts at the MGM and on broadcast the answer will be "They will see your art only, no contact info. What you are asking for is almost like an ad." Well, PR/Ad firm, that is what your pitching me right? I've gotta leverage the most out of it.

Because working as a creative is a business at heart and, when you're lucky, a business with heart, but you have to make savvy decisions about your "exposure." Because frankly, it's a wash most of the time in any business.

I've seen all type, sign makers, marketing firms, and even contractors get taken in with a big client who promises "exposure" and to put your name out there if they are happy with the end result.

And then somehow it never works out.

You've put the client is now in a position of real power and they'll abuse it like crazy. Mostly by making countless changes to the project that you take the hit on to keep the client happy. You'll realize those hits have put you in red too late.

Ask the VFX companies hows that working for them.




So I'll wrap up with this classic bit from a classic curmudgeon. It's relevant.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Yep. That's pretty much how Starbucks is.

http://pvponline.com/comic/2014/07/27/game-of-thrones

When that urge to be a "Starbucks" writer hits me, I gotta look at the time. If it's past 5pm, forget it. The 7-person knitting circle has taken all of the comfy leather chairs.

I don't make this stuff up, honest.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Old Habits, how soon we go back to thee (NaNoWriMo)

GrrrrrrArrrghhuggh!

Nope, that was not me doing a drunk Chewbacca impression. 

Here I am hitting the keyboard for effin NaNoWhat'sit and it was going ... okay ... at first.

I had a lot more typos because I was sailing ahead on the whole "It's about the words. Rewrite later. When you like have a whole novel to rewrite." 

But this week, I find myself going back and tweaking and tweaking. Sure, the end result is better. But I could still be doing that next month. (Why is there no NaNoRe-WriMo?)

Okay. I could blog more about it. But then, that's less time writing, right?

Dang. I can't win, can I?

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Feeling like a "real" writer

To be honest with myself, I've written thousands of words and had millions of people read my work. As an advertising copy guy, that's par for the course.
But yet I don't feel like a real writer. My heresy has always been in wanting to tell cool, fun stories. So even though I make a living writing, I'm still holding out on saying I am writer until I get a novel published.  Which the cynical grown up in me knows is silly.
That's changed a bit, lately.
I'm still shopping my latest novel around after World Con, have three shorts to edit and working on a first draft of my next novel. My fiction plate is heaped with the tasty.
I feel like I was on a diet back when I was doing one novel. Now I'm cooking with gas.
Speaking of, I wonder what's for dinner?