No Guts, No Glory!

Sometimes you just have to go for it. I decided to apply for the position of “copy slave” with Clayton Makepeace.

What’s in it for me? For one thing, the chance to work with one of the greats in this industry. For another, a chance to become one of the greats in this industry.
Not to mention that it should be a lot of fun if I’m one of the chosen few…or should I say, the chosen one.

I haven’t felt like “the chosen one,” since my ex-wife’s lawyer served me with divorce papers. But that’s another story.

Here’s how it happened. I received the email and read it, as I’m sure did every copywriter on the planet. Then I assumed that I wouldn’t be eligible. (You know what they say about “assume.”) the more I thought about it, the more I decided to “go for it.”

First, I had to get permission from “The Crazy Cuban,” (my wife). That was easier than I expected. (I wonder if she wants me gone for a reason.)

Then I had to write the letter that will get me accepted. Let’s hope that I don’t get that “deer-in-the-headlights” look if I am chosen.

I’ll keep you posted.