Margaret and I had a good run.
When we first met it was golden. Love at first sight. She brought a smile to my face, I wanted to show her off to everyone, and she was with me everywhere I went. Margaret bailed me out of more than one or two jams. She was quick, direct and without fail, she was always right. I loved it. I loved her.
She was a great traveling companion.
Then I started to notice some really annoying characteristics. They developed out of nowhere. No warning signs. No hints of things come to pass. On our drive from Portland to Seattle recently, completely out of character, the character I loved so much, like a window sill that cracked and creaked in the heat of the day, like a sheep on a windy Irish hillside, she bleated, “Please observe the speed limit!”
It wasn’t so much what she said, but the cold-hearted way she said it.
Unexpected to say the least, the first thing I could think was, Are you kidding me? We’ve been on so many trips together. You know I tend to drive a little fast. And it wasn’t really all that fast. I was doing about 120km/h in a 110 one. Still, I laughed it off and she never said a thing to me for a few hours.
Then when I got to Seattle, the walls of our relationship came tumbling down. Like a flick of the proverbial switch, she went Sarah Palin (slightly crazy at the realization that’s she’s outdated and stupid) on me and started freaking out. She had me doing figure eights in downtown Seattle trying to get to my hotel. And she was relentless. I would say “you’re wrong” and she’s completely ignore me, repeating the same diatribe over and over again. Trying to get me to constantly turn up a downward one-way street and down an upward one-way street. It was insane. And annoying to no end.
And that was the end. Like Facebook, I knew it was time Margaret and I would go our separate ways. We just weren’t a fit for each other. I needed better feedback. I needed better focus from her. I needed her to have a friggin‘ clue how to properly communicate in a timely manner. I needed her to understand, although that was an impossibility, that a relationship can’t work like this. Telling me what to do, and then immediately changing your mind is not healthy. And in the end, it’s best we go our separate ways.
I’ve had this with past clients. It’s been those strange relationships that start off like I’m dating the goose who laid the golden egg, but they treat the egg and the relationship with little or no regard and suddenly the golden egg becomes a lead weight. It’s around my neck, and it’s around the client’s neck. And when we both realize we should move on, we still hang on for no reason other than convenience. Familiarity.
Familiarity, as we all know, breeds contempt. Contempt in a creative relationship doesn’t work. If you can’t communicate effectively with your creative people, your team, your consultant, you’ll never a) get the results you think you want; and b) be open to the ideas that will give you the results you think you want and need.
You have to be open to two-way communication. Otherwise you’re just another Margaret and you’re in a doomed relationship.
My suggestion is this:
This is how you succeed in a creative relationship. It’s not rocket science. Or maybe it is. I don’t know how smart you are. The fact of the matter is you need to listen to your creative people. It’s what they do for a living and if they’ve had any measure of success – enough to be recommended to you on service and results (not price) – then they know WTF they are doing. (For those of you who know I despise modern teen-texting acronyms, be it known I like that one).
Communication makes a working relationship work. Try communicating with your creative team, first by listening to them, and secondly, responding to them. Otherwise they sit on their ass waiting for you to get around to making the important things to you (like your advertising) an important thing to them.
The alternative? You’ll just go in circles (or figure eights), trapped in a maze of one-way streets that don’t go the way you want to go and find yourself back in the same place you were not too long ago.
And that’s never a fun way to travel.
Margaret was a good GPS unit in her day. I loved her like a writer loves his muse. But she had a complete aversion to updates and upgrades, and wasn’t remotely open to suggestion. In fact, as time went on she would completely ignore all my input. When I realized this, I knew we needed to go in separate directions.
No irony in that, of course.
Albert Berkshire is a writer, producer and voice actor. He lives, writes, plays, and consults for clients on Canada’s West Coast. He establishes solid relationships and listens to his clients, and selectively chooses to work with those who respect his abilities and that which he can do for their business. It’s one more thing that’s made his company, GreatCreative.Com successful. For a much shorter, and less frequent rambling, follow Albert on Twitter @albertberkshire.
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