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Group therapy––yes or no? No really, let it all out...

clowntherapy.JPGWhen I was in design school my routine went like this: Stay up until 4:00am working on a project. Catch a few hours of sleep before my 9:00am class. Put my work on the "critique rail" alongside the work of 25 classmates. The instructor would come in with a howitzer and blow big deserving holes into our work. Then we, the students, would come down from the hills to the field of battle and begin shooting the weak and injured. We’d leave class with our assignment for the next day. Wash off the blood. Rinse. Repeat.

This was my life for several years.

Now as a creative director, I submit my work to a firing line of clients each week. The same headaches. The same workflows. But like a prostitute, as opposed to some bar floozy, I get paid for my services.

So do I need more critical input in my life, after all, I’m married right? (Thanks folks, I’ll be here all night, you’re a beautiful audience).

Seriously though, as I’m rounding the bend on my 2nd draft I’m feeling the need for more input––in the form of ye ol’ critique group .

I was able to spend some time last night with author T.L. Hines to pick his brain about this very subject.

And he wasn’t high on their merits. He recommended trying to find that special reader. Someone that understands what your writing is all about. But, of course he found his special reader—in a critique group.


In praise of sublime weirdness



This is a funky comic strip I ambled upon. Worth a look.

Back on the writing front--The good news: I'm in the home stretch of my second draft (WIP#1). The bad news: I have to zip off to a tourism conference-- three days of bad food, no WiFi, and strange company.


I'm predicting a close one. Seahawks 73, Steelers 7

Pittsburg QB Ben Shloshlisberger training hard for the Superbowl. Plans to celebrate a Steeler victory with a new camaro.
I grew up in Port Orchard, Washington, just a ferry ride away from Seattle. My high school football team played on the same turf the Seahawks played on. In the sixth grade we took a field trip through the Seahawks locker room. I watched the Kingdome implode from across the street. The Seattle police evacuated a mile radius around the dome but we snuck into an empty warehouse four hours before the detonation curfew. And while I'm not FANatic enough to pay $5k for a Superbowl ticket, I'll be rooting from afar. GO SEAHAWKS!


Speaking in Public vs. Rectal Exams


Okay, here’s your choice:

A) Giving a speech in a crowded room
B) Getting a rectal exam

A friend of mine confessed that he’d rather go with the rubber glove treatment. How ‘bout you? Does the thought of speaking to a roomful of strangers make you want to sing your lunch?

I’m one of those sick people that actually enjoys speaking in public––probably because I dreaded it so much as a kid. But I’ve had to do it so much over the years, either pitching clients, or doing press conferences at work, that it just seems normal now.

Which got me wondering. Do you think being an introverted person hurts the marketing of your work? Does being an extrovert help?

(And if your answer was C. All of the above--giving a speech in a crowded room while simultaneously getting a rectal exam, you have my deepest sympathies).