Mar 23

written by Christine Whitmarsh

originally posted on her blog September 25, 2008

With each drunken daily dive of the stock market, arguments that the economy remains strong beneath it all grow ominously silent. Even the most resolutely optimistic economic experts are now sitting in an overwhelming cone of silence and self-doubt with tapping fingers and furrowed brows.

Regardless of whether you agree more with the doomsday crowd or with the finger tapping skeptics, it’s easy to agree with one indisputable piece of evidence: something is happening to the financial foundation of our country – and it’s not good.

Trying financial times like these remind me of the classic lifeboat story (no, not the one with the pope and Raquel Welch). The basic premise, no matter how it’s told is that some type of global catastrophe has happened and a number of survivors of various vocations are trapped in the last remaining lifeboat. There are only enough resources remaining for a certain number of people to survive and of course there is one too many survivors. The group is forced to decide who to jettison. In all these stories, doctors seem to fare the best and they can’t dump the lawyer and tax collector overboard fast enough.

Assuming we continue on this turbulent economic course, I can’t help but see the national business marketplace as that lifeboat. The exception, of course, would be the lawyers. When people drown in the ocean they reach for life preservers. When businesses sink, they reach for lawyers (or now, the federal government). Although we can still safely evict the tax collector from the boat, especially in light of the new tax bills they will unfortunately be tasked with delivering door to door next year.

Following this logic, and based on my profession as a writer, I’m thinking I’d better either become Michael Phelps real fast or pull a MacGyver and learn to perform surgery with shoelaces and a pen knife. In economic end times like these, I seem to have found myself in a group perceived as even lower than tax collectors on the lifeboat survival priority list.

As a professional writer, I am disturbingly aware that my position in the corporate food chain is a precarious one. I hate to break any hearts, but here are some others whom I count as my compatriots in this dilemma: painters, dancers, sculptors, singers, actors, website and graphic designers, photographers, and all the other folks not directly related to keeping clients’ and consumers’ lights turned on, kids clothed and food on the table.

During Great Depression Part I in the1930’s, President Roosevelt’s Works Progress Administration created a slew of government programs devoted to putting artists to work, practicing their respective crafts. The result was a permanent reflection of life during that time (for example, John Steinbeck’s classic novel “The Grapes of Wrath”). This time around we have the free form accessibility of blogging along with endless hordes of artists who don’t feel the need to wait for money or permission to document their perspective for posterity.

That’s all well and good, but what about those of us whose careers depend upon a client company’s need for a creative product? What is the value of creativity in a failing economy?

Creative professionals craft the words, images, colors, sounds and moving images that companies use to connect with the public. How likely would you be to shop at a department store with an empty (or so dull that it might as well be empty) store window? Or if you passed the window day after day month after month and nothing changed – would you predict the store inside to be terribly interesting? You get the point, I’m sure.

As the economy continues to leak and more and more businesses find themselves in danger of going down with the ship, the creativity at the core of those companies may turn out to be their saving grace. Those who stand out from the crowd are apt to be more noticed now than ever. In a thriving economy, it’s easy for a company to get lost among the bright colors and flashing lights of entrepreneurial fever. Creativity in times like these is reserved for companies who dare to keep their image and message fresh, dynamic and the center of attention.

It takes a certain amount of guts to continue acknowledging the existence of the folks who keep the creative heartbeat of your company beating. Sometimes it takes a moment to remember that we’re not in the corner sketching fruit baskets and landscapes (no offense to those who do). Creative professionals are there to see your organization through a fresh set of eyes and make sure that your message is seen and heard by your target audience.

Without creativity, any economy, failing or otherwise, is at risk of becoming extinct under a cloak of invisibility.

As we all wait anxiously for the stock market to somehow sober up and fly right again, let’s not forget the “less essential” occupants of the lifeboats that we’re all piling into. We may seem to be the most expendable at first, but if you ever find yourself in a lifeboat with a writer or any other artist… when it’s time to toss someone overboard, do us a favor and at least give us a pity vote.

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Mar 18

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Mar 4

*This Article Is All About Getting You Out of Your Own Way

Attention: This is written for people who generally give too much of themselves. If you happen to be an artist/musician who is draining someone Else’s funds I’ll attack, I mean approach that in another article at a later date. In the meantime, shame on you.

Does Your Wallet Approve Of Who You Are Dating?

I know you read the above sentence and pictured some balding guy in a silk shirt forking out cash on some 20 something year old girl at the Bellagio. But I’m not only talking to him, I’m talking to you as well. Because love doesn’t pay the bills, so if you are losing money on top of that you need to start reevaluating your heart’s desires. Do you really love this person? Or do you love the way people look at you when they see you scored someone this hot? Or are you the kind of person who just doesn’t want to be alone at any cost?

Who are you dating? If you need to constantly fork out cash to keep your partner interested UPGRADE and get a better partner. You also need to ask yourself why you truly think no one would want to be around you unless you paid them money. That’s a hard question to ask yourself so if you find this might be you, I applaud you in advance for facing the facts. It’s how we grow;)

I want to get real specific here so no one tries to lurk away without fessing up.

To the woman who is working two jobs, your boy toy/husband or whatever it is that sloths on the couch all day while you bust your ass (yes I said ass. cope) still “can’t find a job” after 5 years. Stop making excuses, get rid of him! Your account balance will thank you and so will your patience.

To the guy in the silk shirt and the sports car wondering why your latest girlfriend only wants to meet you at the mall and only calls you back right before she tries to lure you back to the place you two met which is some strip bar you continue to tip her at even though you are now “dating.” You’re not her boyfriend. Don’t kid yourself. You are what’s called a repeat customer. You deserve better, find someone who actually enjoys your company. When YOU start thinking you’re a catch so will the rest of the world.

To the woman who met her girlfriend in a whirlwind of drama at Ladies Night in the Castro and is now making her payments on her condo for her because she…”(insert dramatic story with tears)” Get out of the situation. Take yourself out of it and open your eyes and your heart to much less draining possibilities.

While we are in the Castro… To the man who just moved his new boyfriend into his condo and hasn’t seen him in 2 weeks but deep down knows he’ll turn up when he runs out of cash…NO! This is not love! This is not anything! And it’s costing you a fortune.

Now that I have addressed every sexuality! Money is not the only thing we invest. We invest our time, patience, trust, dignity, emotions, SOUL. What is your return? Great connections, in my experience, I have found to be naturally reciprocal. If you feel you are putting out too much and getting nothing in return in any area of your life, it’s time to explore something new and more profitable.

Cheers and Love,

Chantelle