A Collection of Strangers

I slept in a little this morning. It was completely worth it. I feel more refreshed now, though no less lazy. At least I don't have a strong urge to nap, and therefore, am likely to do more productive stuff. I finished revising for one subject, and I just looked up a few brunch places which seem really nice. 

At least I'm not napping.

This morning, I had the enormous task of trying to wake a friend up early, so that she could be productive in the morning. I told her to place the phone beside her head, and increase the volume to the maximum. But she didn't. All in all, I made 50 missed calls, and none of them got through. Hahaha. Oh well. It was a waste, in a sense, but I like helping people out, or at least, attempting to.

The book "Ogilvy On Advertising" is proving to be a complete treat. Ogilvy was a college drop-out and a former farmer. Somehow, he made his way to the top as a copywriter. It seems like his success stems from a genuine interest in connecting with people, and in doing whatever is necessary to do so. He did his due research, he honed his craft, and he wrote and wrote over and over again. True, some of his approach may be less relevant today, but he brings to the table the spirit of copywriting that I wish to someday possess.

I've been trying to work on a piece which I want to post on Medium for mass-consumption. It will be called "The Benefits of Writing For Yourself". I can't seem to get my thoughts out. I've been stuck on this for days now, which is sad. I know for sure that it's something worth writing about. I just can't articulate myself very well at the moment. One of these days!

Alas, I shall sign off here. Sunday's are relaxing aren't they?