So, this is a blog. I guess it’s supposed to be about my adventures in ad school. You know- angst, sleep deprivation, self-doubt, infighting, the constant struggle against pun bigots, and all sorts of other pleasantries. (And that’s just at happy hour, ba-dump bump.) I suspect, however, that there will be a lot of incoherent rambling, blissfully off topic and random.
There will, of course, be ads to mock. Everything I post will be a work in progress. Some might actually be art directed by me, which is an insult to art directors everywhere. Frankly, it’s an insult to drunk monkeys everywhere, but I digress.
A little about me, I guess. About a year ago I had an epiphany. It’s funny how epiphanies often show up to the party dressed in an elaborate crisis costume. Anyway, I decided that pining for a life I didn’t have was probably much more exhausting than actually trying to have it. I decided I was going to start taking bigger risks, and doing things outside my comfort zone. So. I left a successful and soul-crushing career that provided me free designer clothes (!!!), visited Italy for a few weeks, then enrolled in ad school to become a copywriter.
I’d wanted to do it (advertising) for years. People have said that I’m funny, weird and well-written, and since those were some of the prerequisites, I did it. It’s like any creative endeavor, I guess. You learn to inhabit a mental space that constantly vacillates between terror and glee. Mostly terror. It’s really hard to be smart, funny and/or weird on command, but it’s immensely satisfying when you actually pull it off. Sure, I get no sleep, sure, I’m kinda poor. Yeah. I’ve alienated all my non-addy friends with in-depth font analyses at dinner parties. But it’s worth it. So, now I’m doing all this stuff I was always afraid to do before… taking an acting class, jumping out of an airplane, starting over.
Terror and glee.
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