To your left is a man in a white shirt with thick glasses. To your right is a man in a white shirt with thick glasses and a beard. Behind you is a red-haired woman with the tattoo, a white shirt, and thick glasses. You yourself look much the same, along with 500 similar-looking folks… continue reading »
The night is thick with humidity as you hear thundering steps come closer. Out of the dense branches, an elephant appears. You can just make it out in the dark gloom. But instead of running from it, you swing a rope around its neck and expertly sail up to sit on its back. Perched on… continue reading »
“Why is no one clicking my newsletter?” you wonder to yourself. “Why? Why?” You cough loudly as sand blows into your mouth and you can hardly see. This might not be the place for soul searching, you note. Will this sand storm ever end? As sand granules go up your nose and you think about… continue reading »
Your toes burn with frostbite as you pull your down coat tighter. The frigid air presses against your cheeks as you look out over the valley below. “It’s all falling flat. I make calls. I connect with people. But no one is interested. No one is taking action. Nothing is working…” You close your eyes against the… continue reading »
A large, dark cloud of hovers over you as you hunch in a corner of a dungeon. The cloud whispers that you’re doomed as you start muttering, “I have to get my newsletter out. I have to get my newsletter out. I have to…” Sweat pours down your back as you try to get a clear idea of… continue reading »
Above: Grand Central Station, a well-known hub A large rodent is baring his teeth as you lie staring up at ominous clouds. You make gurgling sounds and whisper, “Facebook ads, Facebook ads….” All seems lost. Just as the rodent is about to bite into you, a flash of pink and gold appears. MFG: … continue reading »
The sky is grey and oppressive. You can’t move. This park bench feels like prison. Your hair is pointing in multiple directions. You mumble softly to yourself. MFG: Oh dear. I recognize these signs. You: What? Oh! Marketing Fairy Godmother. I didn’t notice you. MFG: And I wore my pink stockings with gold… continue reading »
A wave crashes down near the rock you are perched on. You wince. It’s one of those days, where huddling on a rock on a cold rainy day seems waaaayyy better than doing the work you’re avoiding. You look down at the waves and sigh…loudly. MFG: Oh dear, that is quite a sigh. You: … continue reading »
One day, you find yourself splashing around in a muddy puddle deep in the woods, grumpy with trying to write a marketing piece. You: [sigh] Arggghhhhh! My clients tell me all the time they love my work, and they keep hiring me. Grrrrrrrr! I should have lots of content for this article. But I don’t! If only… continue reading »
The north winds are howling. You have suffered in the cold, blustery fields of social media posting for days, weeks, maybe months. The snow is picking up. You can hardly see. No worries. The Marketing Fairy Godmother has come to your rescue. When you cry for help, you are suddenly transported to a cozy cottage,… continue reading »