You Know What THIS Forum Needs?
Well...
fight-to-the-death writing competitions would be cool.
See, writers are reticent by nature, non-threatening, not generally in-your-face. The glasses are one factor.
Marketers, on the other hand...well, 'in your face' is a potentially apt description of an email that gets opened.
Used to be, when someone came to town with talent, the streets would clear. Women would rush their charges behind closed doors. Sedentary men would scurry into shadow, ardent men lean in close.
This was long before liberals brought the 'nobody loses so everybody wins' style of leadership-training to grade school. Now, the mere notion of a feeling being hurt by an errant word sends lawyers scuttling after their calculators, leering and drooling, their tiny fists clenched in rage. Can't have that, now.
The writing contests on the internet have prizes ranging from five dollars all the way up to twenty. Well, nearly twenty. Okay, fifteen. .
Many of these contests seem obsessed with imposing order on the proceedings, with 'limits' and 'deadlines' posted everywhere, and long lists of what could be rules on every order page.
But not so long ago, I heard of a case where this guy had an ongoing struggle with bipolar mania and depression. He was always feeling sick from meds or worn out from no sleep. When he was able to be well, he was ridiculously productive and creative, a genuine star. When he was not, he could still produce world-class copy, but it took longer, and it drained him of his will to continue.
He realized that he needed to get desperate, needed to make something happen. He read his old e-mail sequences. They told him that time was short, too. In fact, that was kinda his whole email shtick, mas o menos; 'it's late, you're old, you'll die soon, do something!'.
Sure, people who knew him would still seek out his services, but the idea of building a massive reach and reputation relentlessly over time just seemed hopeless. He could not do anything 'relentlessly'.
Still waiting after nearly a decade to be declared legally disabled, he was finally broke. The money he had made while young and healthier....gone. The money he made in three healthy months last year? Gone. Finally gone. He NEEDED a manic episode in order to simply form a plan, and he also knew that one single manic episode could unearth a million dollar idea at any time.
So, he made a desperate plan.
He decided that he needed to force a bipolar episode in order to save himself, from the streets, from prison, from the madhouse.
So he did it. He rationed off powerful psyche meds, then applied a local medicinal herb. He applied it until, by golly, it worked.
And he was free. His mind reeled, soaring and swooping. He tangoed, he salsa'd , the ideas coming too fast to write down. He drew a variation of his current biz. He drew another variation, then another. He created new sections of his primary business, then created new businesses altogether.
Still in this enlightened state, he expanded his business into a seemingly unrelated field--then made sense of it. He drew out the partnerships and business relationships he would need, collaborative efforts that combined the discipline of old-school networking with the sheer power of collected prodigious talent.,
How could he generate a seven figure income in only three months?
He couldn't count on more time than that, and he had to assume that his work would fall into decay upon his next collapse. So he would be starting over, always starting over.
He figured....
A high-end resort/retreat for entrepreneurs will rise in the desert, and there will be live-in subject matter experts and visiting lecturers on sabbatical who stay there and teach. Expect initial wild success, followed by scandal and innuendo...those rumors about a giant winged creature in residence will likely persist, and there will be the usual official accusations of both fun and profit.*
The best thing for a fella like me to do in this case is start participating in this amazing community and see who clicks into place.
*is dry humor allowed? Must one carry acronyms and smileys around.at all times?
Anyone have any rejected email subject lines?
You know...
'Don't Make Me Come Over There'
Never mind.
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