by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
In the days when I taught university level marketing, I set my eager-beaver students a task.
Write a classified or space ad… and report on how it draws and what
you did to handle any responses you received. In short, this project,
like my teaching in general, was never merely theoretical, detached from
reality. It was real! Vital! Truthful… and often, as a result, jolting.
In other words, your class project either made money… or it didn’t.
Much more than your grade depended on it.
The scene of the crime…
All my students were adult practitioners, that is people who were
already employed in professional positions or worked in home-based
businesses or on the Internet. These were people who had a strong and
pressing interest in mastering marketing. These students came because
they needed to learn the ins and outs of marketing… or else. To such
people one had an obligation, a sacred responsibility, to speak
honestly, speak candidly, and address their real world concerns.
And I did.
On one occasion, a bright professional woman (I had lots of them in
my classes) had the task of presenting her classified ad to the class…
explaining why she wrote the ad she wrote, where she ran it, what the
results were, how she followed up the respondents, and (and it was the
all-important and) how much money this ad generated.
In other words, it was all real-life stuff.
She wrote her ad, as instructed, on the chalk board, the better for
us to see the words which would shortly be shown as either golden, or
dross. Then I became the Joe Friday (“facts, ma’am, just the facts”) of
the marketing drag-net.
“When did you start running this ad?” (Specific date required.)
“Where do you run this ad?” (Specific publication or venue required.)
“How many responses did you get?” (Specific number required.)
And then the kicker…
“How much money did you make… after deducting all actual costs of
running the ad and responding to respondents?” (Exact dollar figures
required.)
The lady squirms…
Now the moment of high truth and full disclosure had arrived. What
had started as merely a class project had become for the person
reporting a matter of life and death. The ad copy, you see, would show
whether she had mastered the marketing essentials that either produced
bucks… and all that those bucks could buy… or not.
Everything was riding on what she reported. And she knew it…
Bad, bad, tormentingly bad.
I an inveterate reader of body language, and this student’s was
typical of those who wish they were in any other place on earth rather
than here, the cynosure of every eye in this most unrelenting of
classes. Of course I knew she was squirming, mulling over how to
disclose and deliver facts which (from that all important body language)
were sure to be uncongenial. So… along with every member of the class….
I waited to see what the lady would say and do.
And we waited….
Then, at last, she admitted the truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth… and it wasn’t pretty. She had run her classified ad six
times… had not had a single response… and, of course, and worst of all,
hadn’t made a single penny.
Now, the lady, this aspiring marketer, stood before her classmates….
abashed, humiliated, at rock bottom, a total marketing failure.
Then I told her the first essential truth of marketing: does your
dead dog smell? And does it, day by day, smell worse… until the
nauseating stench overpowers everything else?
The ad copy you produce is like a dog. Its job is to go out, your
servant, finding and bringing home what it captures; the quarry that
sustains you and gives you comfort, even excess.
No dead dogs do this… neither do ads which fail to produce responses.
The student began to get the picture.
Her ad hadn’t pulled and yet she continued to use it, paying good
Yankee dollars to do so.. despite the fact she KNEW the dog was dead,
stinking.
Why had she done this?
First, because she was sure, absolutely sure, Her Ad Was Brilliant,
the stuff of legend… she was invested in the words… certain that given a
chance they would produce the desirable results; aged to perfection,
like a fine vintage.
But that is a huge mistake… and now she was willing, and the entire
class with her, to find the essential nubbin of truth, that made
everything she had done worthwhile.
1) Marketing copy doesn’t improve with age. It either works at once,
immediately, or it never works at all. Dead dogs never become quick and
agile again… they just stink the more.
2) ALL marketing copy, at ALL times must be evaluated, starkly , by results and nothing but results.
3) You must never, ever re-run marketing copy without knowing its previous results.
4) The entire business of marketing is about writing copy, testing
copy, evaluating the results produced by this copy, then tweaking the
copy to improve it and your overall results.
Marketing is and always be an action sport… it is not for the slothful, lazy, or unassertive.
More tips
** Never, ever become invested in, beguiled by the marketing copy you
create. It either works (producing responses and money), or it doesn’t.
Success isn’t everything here… it’s the ONLY thing.
** Never re-run ANY marketing copy until you are certain it works; that is, until you have money in hand.
** Trash your erroneous but deeply felt belief that you can find
marketing copy which is so good, so responsive that you never have to
change it, never have to do anything else with it than run it and reap
perpetual rewards.
Such copy doesn’t exist, never existed, and will never exist.
Marketing is the most active sport in the world. Those who win at
this sport, and the rewards can be staggering, are, to a person, people
who are bold, active, engaged… not sleepy-heads hoping against hope that
they will find and eternally profit from a few magic words artfully
strung together. Those words have never been written.
Thus, energize yourself for the marketing you must do today, for if
you want the rewards of marketing you must master and remain focused on
and dedicated to the unrelenting truths of marketing.
Otherwise you are hunting with a dead dog… a dog that will never
produce results. It will simply stink to high heaven. And that will
never do.
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