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Stupid Creative Job

I don’t post as much online as I want to these days. I don’t write as many tweets as I want to. I don’t draw as many pictures as I want to. I don’t tell as many fun stories as I want to.

I do write some tweets. I do take some photos. I do tell some stories. But I don’t get to do as much with them as I’d like to. I don’t get to put as much thought into them as I’d like to.

The problem is… I have to use my stupid creativity for my stupid job now.

I spend all day coming up with ideas and stories and so much other stuff that by the time I’m done work for the day, my brain is either a) still thinking about all the stuff I’m doing at work, or b) doing whatever the brain equivalent of drooling is.

So that’s why I don’t get to put as much stuff online as I’d like and that’s why I don’t get to play with you all as much as I want.

I have a stupid job that wants me to use my stupid creativity for them.

It’s stupidly fun.

I’m working in advertising. I’m a copywriter. (I write ads. And other stuff.) And soon, I hope to have some things I can show you. (Like ads. And other stuff.) Things I’ve written myself. Things clients have then approved. And produced. For money. Things I’m really excited to share with you.

I wouldn’t have this job — which I love — without having done everything I’ve done online. And I couldn’t have done what I’ve done online without everyone who’s a part of this group of spectacular weirdos supporting me.

So… thanks.

And I’m sorry. I’m sorry I haven’t posted more. And I’m sorry I’m not always around. But I’m still making stuff up.

I really hope you’ll like it.

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  1. steelopus said: nb;cm
  2. sloganeerist said: Welcome to the stupid club.
  3. fancycwabs said: I’m looking forward to your campaign featuring a racoon selling throwing stars.

 

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