So the fishiness factor at work is way up there, and boy, am I just over it.
I've decided I don't want to fill this space with my gripes...because really, how fun is that to read all the time (it's not). So I'm going to do a little dreaming here while I have some hot chocolate. Oops, no I'm not, because G is screaming and it seems I've got to feed the little munchkin. 'Scuse me.
In the last week, I've had a realization. I don't like what I do, I don't want to continue doing it, and mostly importantly I need to get a move-on to, well, move on.
For the uninitiated, I have been working in "Account Management" in "Advertising" or "Marketing Services" forever, it seems. (In fact, only since 1996. Holy crap, that is only slightly less than 1/3 of my life. Lord help me.)
For the most part, Account Management involves client-wrangling, negotiating, selling strategic and creative ideas, getting stuff done/produced and keeping the bus on the road. With whatever client personality type you're given.
As you may assume from the above, I can hold a conversation with a brick or a crazy person at any given moment if I need to. This is part of what makes me good at my job.
So I want to write. To get into copywriting for ads and marketing communications...which would be the easiest transition, at least at first, from what I do. Familiarity with the creative process, briefs, being presentable to clients, business-savvy...and now experience in digital...hell, I have a lot to offer.
Called a pro, a friend, someone I have oodles of respect for with regard to writing. We used to work together and she knows the business inside and out. She made me feel a lot better...in other words, not crazy. That a "crossover" has happened before, and she was encouraging about my odds of success. (Thanks, my dear, if you are reading.)
I am now embarking on the process of creating a portfolio, a set of writing samples to shop myself around. I'll still have to find a position to keep me paid, but this will hopefully evolve into what I want it to. Will keep ya'll posted on how it comes out. Root for me, please.
Here's that dream I was talking about:
I write copy to pay the bills. I write articles for fun, and local entertainment. I keep this blog. I get to start a business with my dad for something we've invented (see, paying the bills has to come before that in order to start the business--I'm still a bit grounded, even in my dreams), and I get to go on QVC and sell it. Success happens like the Spanx chick, and life is comfortable. Not crazy, just normal, and comfortable. Then I get to work from home as my kids enter the getting-into-trouble years.