Showing posts with label Whitstable. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whitstable. Show all posts

Friday, 11 September 2009

Networking and Marketing for Writers and Artists


Last night I went along to the Horsebridge Arts and Community Centre in Whitstable to take part in a Creative Canterbury networking event, and very good it was too. I met Alma Caira there - she makes hand made silver jewellery, does web design, animation, and photography in addition to teaching art and crafts. I'm hoping she soon gets a website showcasing her work to which I can direct you for all your jewellery and web design needs...my commission is cheap too! I also chatted briefly with the Arts Development Officer, Mitch Robertson who now wants to come and scream in my garden - living out in the sticks does have its benefits, maybe I could start up a whole new sideline of offering a Place To Scream.

Anyway, in amongst eating strawberries and grapes we listened to a brief talk about marketing for creative businesses which was mainly aimed at visual artists and craftspeople. All fascinating stuff as the speaker mentioned building a brand and giving added value. Most writers today already have to do this in order to get ourselves out there and known but rather than us providing gift wrapping or technical knowledge about displaying work we promote ourselves and others on our blogs, Twitter and Facebook. We write articles (like this one) which we hope will be of some use to other writers and maybe of some interest to our general readers too. We tell you what we're doing, how we do it and how you can do it too. We aim to entertain and inform and with any luck you'll come back and read something else here again, or perhaps you'll remember my name and look for other things I've written elsewhere. In other words, we try to build a readership, a following. I know I'm very much still in the early stages of this - I completed my Masters Degree only two years ago (feels longer).

The marketing man last night told us how important our network of satisfied customers is and how each happy 'consumer' experience is related to seven other people but the bad ones are told to...I think he said ten but maybe it was twenty-one people. Anyway, his point was that when you're not making an effort with your customers they tell more people how bad you are and people like to feel good about their consumer choices. For artists producing an item like a painting, a sculpture, jewellery or similar things this means talking to your customers; telling them about yourself and the item, giving them a story which they can recount to their friends. It also means making your 'product' a real luxury item by providing specialist knowledge, wrappings, in short giving or offering something extra. As consumers we all know this works - just think about the difference between a supermarket own brand packet of pasta and the one 'handmade' in Tuscany - be honest, is there a huge difference between the cooked pasta by the time you've covered it in wine drenched bolognase? Not really, but then look at the packaging - cheap clear plastic with the supermarket's name printed in large letters or gorgeous dark blue paper with jaunty yellow stickers. I know which one I'd rather my friends saw when they come over for dinner - my bank account doesn't agree but that's besides the point. The luxury item says something about us as consumers - it says, "I have good taste" and quite possibly, "I have more money than sense" but I'll gloss over that....And if you're purchasing something that costs over £500 (and a good piece of art or design will cost this) then you should be getting more than the cheap clear plastic wrapping with the supermarket name on it. The marketing man talked a great deal about how there are no real differences between BMW and Mercedes Benz cars, for example, but branding relies upon our emotional choices - how we feel about ourselves for buying one brand over another.

And before you think that this is useless advice for writers...just consider for a moment which books you'd rather have on your shelves or to be seen reading in a coffee shop....Jackie Collins or Margaret Atwood? Dan Brown or A.S Byatt? I'm not saying that any of those authors produce a bad 'product' - I've read books by all of them. I won't tell which I enjoyed most....but I'm a firm believe in wide and eclectic reading, a mixed diet for the mind if you like but I know an awful lot about sex, shopping and secret codes.

I think that for writers, and indeed for anyone in the Creative Industries, it's important to know your market; to know who reads or buys what you produce, to know what they like and then you can produce more of it that's better and more desirable. Personally I'd love to be a literary writer who deals with deep philosophical questions and appears on an A level syllabus (don't ask why that's important to me...I don't know, but it seems like the pinnacle of achievement - keep your Booker prize, I want to be studied by spotty seventeen year olds). That's my dream. My reality, as I'm quickly beginning to realise, is that I find it easier to write light humorous pieces with the occasional bit of thought-provoking going on - rather like a puddle with a hidden pothole - and I've been paid to write like that in the past. Maybe I ought to return to that half-written humorous novel, plot it out properly and get it written....

Last night was really worthwhile, it's given me plenty to think about and plenty to write about Now all that remains are two things, firstly a question I need to ask you, dear reader...what would you like to see more of here?

And lastly, that by reading this blog and telling others about it you're showing the world how erudite, amusing and downright sexy you are. Honestly.

Sunday, 8 April 2007

Walking and deep thought

Had a bad night’s sleep last night – there was a rave going on in the nearby woods and they could well have placed the speakers outside my bedroom window it was that loud….Not that I object to anyone enjoying themselves, et cetera, et cetera, but when you’re woken at 4am and then can’t go back to sleep because of the banging bass….it wears a bit thin…
Anyway, beautiful day today (Easter Sunday) decided to go off for a bike ride – aimed to do around ten miles and take in a couple of big hills (I’m useless on hills) – did around four miles – mainly because I ended up at the woods where the rave had been held..no was still being held….and decided I would be taking my life in my own hands trying to negotiate the huge amount of traffic and the large police presence…So back home and a rethink…
Decided to drive down to beautiful Graveney (near Whitstable), parked up and went walking along the sea shore. I thought it would be relaxing and I do love to walk alone with just my MP3 player for company – pretty much regardless of the weather this always cheers me up no end. I walked along the coast past Seasalter – private beach, big houses and lots of speed boats, reached the outer edges of Whitstable – Islington-on-Sea, a total Cath Kidson overload on the beach huts, but admittedly it does look very pretty. Ended up in Whitstable High Street, thought I’d go for a coffee somewhere and then stroll back (actually I never stroll unless I’m with someone, my walking pace is not far off Yomping…so I’ve been told). Wandered past the Whitstable Oyster Bar (very famous, very small and rather pink)
and couldn’t decide upon a cafĂ© – there were only two that I could see and neither looked terribly Single Woman friendly…Daft I know, and it doesn’t usually bother me, normally I’ll go in wherever I chose, but for some reason – maybe because I was hot and sweaty from the walk – I just didn’t fancy going in and sitting alone – I also didn’t have a book to read or a note book and pen either with me.
So I ended up retracing my steps and going back. On my return journey I started to think about endings again…something I know I’ve touched on before here. How we say goodbye to people, things, parts of our lives….I can’t remember what it was I was listening to something by Jack Johnson I think – it’s appropriate music as he’s a surfer…and yes, I know Whitstable isn’t known for surfing, but it is known for Windsurfing….and his music is ideal for walking along a beach.
Lives are just about change…it’s the only certainty in life – that everything will change, sometime. How you handle that change is up to you and partly dependent on your previous experiences. Sometimes it takes sheer force of will to deal with change in a different manner.
What am I talking about?
Say for instance that when you leave a job or for that matter a friend or partner, you usually cope very badly by either falling apart or by treating everyone involved very badly – leaving by sending a text for example. Anyway the result is always the same – that you never manage to keep the thread of friendship from earlier parts of your life.
Now, say you’d like to change that – you want to stay friends with your old boss or your old boyfriend/girlfriend….You can’t change other people’s behaviour – you have no control over them – the only behaviour you have control over is your own. So that’s where you start – you change fundamental things in your own behaviour – you don’t give someone the push by text, you discuss it with them like adults. You write a nice letter of resignation thanking your boss for all the support (it is appropriate to tell a few white lies or embellish at this point) during your period of employment.
And the result? You get a really good reference from your old boss and he/she takes you out for a leaving pub crawl too…And your ex boy/girl friend wishes you all the best and you remain on reasonable terms…even if it’s only to say “hello” politely when you bump into them at the local pub (while you’re on that crawl with the boss)…And who knows, maybe the exes (boss included) may still want to have something to do with you in the future….
And you know, I’ve still not managed to discuss what I really wanted to talk about here…
I wanted to talk about how sometime it’s just time to move on….How sometimes friends that you thought you’d have forever just don’t end up being that…..How sometimes one day you wake up and realise that it’s just not meant to be…How sometimes life just doesn’t turn out the way you’d hoped….And how hard it is to both recognise these things and act on them. It’s easy to maintain the status quo – keep things as they are, just ticking over, but everyone ends up sad and lonely that way…change is the only way forward, for better or worse.

And the song that kicked all this off was Jack Johnson’s Bubble Toes from Brushfire Fairytales – I could give you all the links to the lyrics, but I’m not going to this time….If you’re interested you’ll find them and maybe you’ll know something more about me….