The dead body

copy was discovered at 8:45 am.  Lying lifeless in an e-mail sent to the designer overnight.

          What a pathetic waste of words.  Written by the client, the copy was plugged full of platitudes and choked with bland corporate mush.   In short, it reeked.

                It was a sticky wicket.  So, they called me — Les Overhead. Freelance copywriter, creative director, mobile ad agency.  I deliver messages — direct to the head, if you get my drift.

                I write and produce ads, web sites, brochures, creative direct mail, sandwich boards, refrigerator poems — anything that can carry an idea (short of a ransom note).

                Portland.  Yuma.  Singapore.  Saskatoon.  I ride the online express, going wherever I'm needed.  Wherever someone is hungry for a good word.  Or two.  Or two thousand.   With revisions if needed.

                It doesn't take a genius to know it's a dangerous world out there.  Full of risk - as well as reward.  Here are some words of advice: choose your words wisely.  Always hire a professional.


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