The Misadventures of Jonah the Janky Toe

For about eleventy billion years I've had the dream of becoming a big-time awesome-o at an advertising agency.  I don't even care what position it is - account executive, art director, PR associate, copywriter, janitor - it's all awesome and amazingly attractive to me.  I've been scratching at the door of local agencies ever since my college degree was chucked at me two years ago, and I won't cease foaming at the mouth until I'm offered a job. For some reason all of my passions and desires have been shoved towards this industry. That commercial with the product that looks so freakin' awesome you'd be willing to sell your children and murder kittens just to have it?  Yeah, that was MY idea.

But this passion is a double-edged sword for me.  I don't agree with half most of what the media tells us is rad, nor with how they go about trying to convince us that it is.  My solution? I want to be the advertising chick with a heart of gold and a moral compass pointing to honesty at all times.  Trust me, it can happen.  Campaigns I work on won't be about SEX SEX SEX or GO INTO DEBT JUST TO HAVE THIS STUPID MP3 PLAYER, but more about using wit, charm, and substance to make people stand up and pay attention to a worthwhile product or message.  Yeah, I imagine it will be hard for a girl like me to be taken seriously, but when it comes to persistence and drive, I'm kicking butt and taking names.

Then there's that little matter of writing.  Writing.  I've had a weird obsession with writing since back in the fifth grade.  My teacher was pretty much clueless about what to do with us in the afternoons, so every Friday he made us sit at our desks for a whole hour and write.  We could write whatever we wanted.  For most of my classmates, sitting still for that long was torture and they mostly resorted to drawing pictures in the margins of their papers.  Not me.  I wrote furiously for the entire 60 minutes, dreaming up all sorts of short stories that usually somehow involved puppies or destruction (I think I was weird kid).  I remember specifically writing a story called "Best Pals" about a puppy and his cat friend.  I decorated all 5 front and back pages with Lisa Frank stickers.  I think I also wrote about a plane crash once ... and a bull dog who had to go to the dentist.  Once I brought home a collection of stories for my mom to read and she was like, "Why is one parent always dead in all these!???" Looking back on it,  it probably had something to do with my subconcious issues over my parents' divorce... or my complete laziness in introducing a new character into the already complicated plot lines of cotton candy and war-torn countries.

Even now, I feel like my love of writing is always at the surface of everything I do.  My senior year of college I was elected creative director of the campus advertising and PR agency soley on the basis of my email correspondences.  I'm not even kidding.  That's what they said on election day: "We feel Courtney would be an excellent creative director because of her demonstrated skills in the written word".  That's so incredibly irrelevent to the role of creative director, but whatever, I still get to put the title on my resume. 

I've debated writing a book for the longest time.  When I say "debated" I mean I've thought about a thousand story ideas but nothing that I could fully connect to make a novel or feel confident would even be interesting to read.  Plus, writing a book is way different than writing a blog entry or an email or even a letter to the editor (which I've totally done because some jerk totally dogged me and Clay during mass once.  Long story).  Writing a book takes way more time, patience, and skill than I think I currently possess.  It's intimidating and I'm a big scaredy cat.  It's a huge risk, a risk to your ego.  Publishing companies are very busy and don't have the time to pat you on the head and let you down gently.  They'll flat out reject you, if they even respond to you at all.  I guess I'll need a little bit more bravery before I can attempt such a feat.

However, that hasn't deterred me from seriously discussing the possibility of writing a children's book.  In addition to my wicked talent at plucking my own eyebrows, God has also blessed with me an insane interest in doodling.  And thanks to technology, I can doodle on my computer! Adobe Illustrator is my new BFF.  I'm not very good at it, but I have so much fun trying.  I can only create pictures made out of basic shapes like circles and squares.  Me using the free-hand paint brush tool is like a 400 pound man trying to fit down a water slide ... not pretty.

I made up my mind that I want to write a children's book about a giraffe (that's my most favorite thing to draw on my post-it notes at work), but until I download the design programs onto my home computer, I can't really get started.  But that hasn't stopped me from tinkering on my work computer during my breaks (sad that the only breaks I take during the day are to do MORE computer stuff).  Jokingly, Clayton said I should write a children's book about my janky toe.  Well sweetums, be careful what you wish for!