Okay, I’ll admit it: I’m not perfect. I made a horticultural error in my first novel, which a reviewer and gardening enthusiast was kind enough to point out to me privately. Now I’m extra-careful about getting it right. And we want to help you get it right.
So let’s talk about the wonderful world of ad agencies.
I was seduced into the advertising business by certain popular entertainment that shall remain nameless. It sounded like the career would be creative, fun, glamorous, and judging by the lifestyles of those in that popular entertainment, extremely lucrative.
As Humphrey Bogart says in Casablanca, I was misinformed. Continue reading “Getting it Right: The-Not-Always-So-Glamorous World of Advertising”
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