The rhythm of trees falling down

Twelve days in a row writing the same marketing copy for a project we started in July that was supposed to end in September. Sitting at my desk in the bedroom while the sun set reading it a final time before shipping it to the client. Pouring a drink, then returning to the sofa with my pizza.

Next door they took out five or six really big trees, by the looks of it. Muddy paths across the lawn from the tractors, all the men with hard hats and gloves like animated figures. Now, all this new light comes in from the north but feels unnatural. I dreamt the trees looked like candle stubs, snapped in half.

Writing marketing copy is a lot harder than I thought. I just figured if I could write poetically that would transfer to marketing, somehow. And it does, but only sometimes. Combining global presence with a local touch. That’s one I was proud of, they liked. It’s hard to be poetic with technology marketing, but important just the same. And so much of it’s just rhythm I think, how it sounds. We want things to be fluid and simple, we need that.

I got short with the guy working with me on the project, at the end. I was sick, bed-bound sick, on my fifth client review of the week. Having to pitch the final copy to them and sit back in silence as they read, waiting for their comments. And then defend our logic and rewrite it, again.

I wrote the final copy blocks and he said don’t you think we’ll need to rewrite those and I said, do you think you can do better?, as a kind of challenge–and then I immediately felt small, and had to apologize. It was November 9, and we’d now spent four months on about six PowerPoint slides.

Dawn watched a video in bed and I tried to sleep, woke in the early morning for aspirin, to blow my nose. Outside, the sound of coyotes yipping like they’d gotten something and were circling in for the kill. I went back to the dream I left, reassuming the outline of my body, told myself it’s Saturday, try to sleep in.

 

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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18 Responses to The rhythm of trees falling down

  1. The dark side of writing. When this all started you didn’t know there was a dark side, did you?

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  2. I think there’s a metaphor in there somewhere, your marketing copy experience. Kind of like … life?

    Fortunately, it’s Scotch month!

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  3. ksbeth says:

    and the coyotes circling in for the kill. hold your ground, young man.

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  4. kingmidget says:

    Yes, listen to ksbeth … hold your ground!!

    Truth is, for me, I got to that line where you said you had worked for four months on six power point slides and I just felt so much psychic pain. That’s the type of thing that would drive me absolutely batty. We have some projects at work that have been dragging on for one, two, three years. And my boss is the type of person that has to repeat things in every meeting we ever have regarding those projects. And I just want to scream and run from the building. Four months on six power point slides? Don’t know how you do it.

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  5. Dave Ply says:

    Odd how people go so apeshit over just a few words, as if they could cause world peace. (Or world war). Overreacting – it’s the curse of humanity.

    Now excuse me while I go carefully edit another blog post… 😉

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  6. We want things fluid and simple. I envy you that, if it’s even possible. But it’s a find line between predictable and rigid.

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