How was your weekend? I enjoyed mine. Got to do the weekend shopping trip, and some wifi browsing on my phone (the thing told me I didn’t have enough space to update some apps, but that’s a subject for another post).
And I got to check out a really cool laptop yesterday, because Staples was having a President’s Day deal. That was neat. I didn’t buy it, but it’s perfect for what I’d use it for, and I actually have until the 21st of this month to put plans in motion.
And even if nothing happens, at least I have a better idea of what’s out there, you know?
Anyway, let’s get to it. On to that weird post title at the start of this whole deal.
This happened just today. My manager sent me an email, one of those “refused delivery” things. It looked almost like my email address, but a few letters were missing. We’ve been emailing each other for over a year, so it’s not like he got something wrong.
The big fonts were alarming, I gotta tell ya.
He told me to change my email password, and I did.
(And I’m hoping it wasn’t a phony email from him, but I don’t think so). He told me to send him an email, so that he knew that I’d gotten several past emails, and I did, because I’d gotten those earlier today.
And I made sure to send him an entirely new email, instead of using the strange one to reply (but I almost did).
The only weirder thing was the Target hack before Black Friday about two years ago, which you can check out here.
And where are my points for fiction writers and copywriters, like I usually do, with a Decode? Well, I’ll have to come up with them on the fly, because I’m still feeling a little weird about this whole thing (I was going to post about the power we wield as writers and marketers, or about crosswords, or what-have-ya, but maybe I still can).
Ah yes, on the hook for about three more posts already, and I haven’t even finished this one (and that’s not counting Robert LaSalle).
Everything we read, watch, sing, whisper, hear, speak or anything else that passes through our conscious or subconscious is fodder for writing.
Okay. How about that for a big, usable point?
Even our dreams and aspirations can factor in (for copywriters, knowing what people want to achieve is super-powerful stuff. Use with care).
I’m also talking about life experience, especially if you write fiction or emails (or happen to hang up on a prospect who’s trying to get ahold of you, like I did. I ended up writing an email for him, by the way).
Maybe your life isn’t all that exciting.
Well, after today, I say…
Because I’m still not sure what happened, and I suspect my computer needs a cleansing of some sort. And for you fiction writers out there, if you want to spin some strange plot out of this, feel free.
Even if it isn’t Friday. Or Triple F.
Until next time,