#Content Writing for Designers

[epistle01]

Enhancing Your Architectural Brand: The Power of Content, Marketing, and Social Media

In today's digital age, architects and designers are no longer just building structures; they are also building brands. To thrive in a competitive market, it's essential to effectively communicate your vision, showcase your work, and engage with your audience. This is where content writing, marketing strategies, and social media management come into play. Epistle Communications, a leader in branding and marketing for the architecture and design industries, offers a comprehensive suite of services designed to elevate your brand. In this blog, we will explore the importance of content writing for designers, marketing for architects, social media for architects, and developing effective websites for architects.

The Importance of Content Writing for Designers

Content writing is more than just putting words on a page; it's about telling a story, conveying a message, and creating a connection with your audience. For designers, effective content writing can:

1. Showcase Your Expertise

High-quality content allows you to demonstrate your knowledge and expertise in the field of design. Whether it's through blog posts, case studies, or thought leadership articles, content writing gives you a platform to share your insights and position yourself as an industry leader.

2. Attract and Engage Clients

Well-crafted content can attract potential clients by addressing their needs, challenges, and aspirations. By providing valuable information, tips, and inspiration, you can engage your audience and build trust, ultimately leading to new business opportunities.

3. Enhance Your Online Presence

Search engine optimization (SEO) is crucial for increasing your visibility online. Regularly publishing optimized content that targets relevant keywords can improve your website's ranking on search engines, making it easier for potential clients to find you.

Marketing for Architects: Building a Strong Brand

Marketing is essential for architects who want to stand out in a crowded market. A well-executed marketing strategy can help you reach your target audience, differentiate your brand, and drive business growth. Here’s how Epistle Communications can help you with marketing for architects:

1. Brand Development

Your brand is the foundation of your marketing efforts. We work with you to develop a cohesive brand identity that reflects your values, vision, and unique selling points. This includes everything from your logo and color scheme to your messaging and tone of voice.

2. Targeted Campaigns

We create targeted marketing campaigns that resonate with your ideal clients. Whether you're looking to attract residential clients, commercial developers, or public sector projects, we tailor our approach to meet your specific goals.

3. Content Marketing

Content marketing is an effective way to showcase your expertise and attract clients. We develop and execute content marketing strategies that include blog posts, articles, white papers, and case studies, all designed to position you as a thought leader in the architectural industry.

4. Email Marketing

Email marketing remains one of the most effective ways to nurture leads and maintain relationships with existing clients. We design and implement email marketing campaigns that keep your audience informed, engaged, and connected to your brand.

The Role of Social Media for Architects

Social media has become an indispensable tool for architects looking to build their brand, showcase their work, and connect with a broader audience. Here's how Social Media for Architects can benefit architects:

1. Showcasing Your Portfolio

Social media platforms like Instagram, Pinterest, and LinkedIn are ideal for showcasing your portfolio. High-quality images, videos, and project highlights can captivate your audience and give them a glimpse of your design capabilities.

2. Engaging with Your Audience

Social media allows for real-time interaction with your audience. Whether it's responding to comments, participating in industry discussions, or sharing behind-the-scenes content, social media helps you build relationships with potential clients and collaborators.

3. Building a Community

Social media is not just about promoting your work; it's also about building a community of like-minded individuals who share your passion for architecture and design. By sharing valuable content, participating in discussions, and supporting others in your industry, you can create a loyal following.

4. Driving Traffic to Your Website

Social media is an excellent tool for driving traffic to your website. By sharing links to your blog posts, case studies, and portfolio pieces, you can direct potential clients to your site, where they can learn more about your services and get in touch with you.

Websites for Architects: Your Digital Portfolio

In today's digital world, your website is often the first point of contact between you and potential clients. It's your digital portfolio, and it needs to make a strong impression. Here’s why a well-designed Websites for Architects:

1. Showcase Your Work

Your website should be a visual showcase of your projects. High-quality images, detailed project descriptions, and case studies should take center stage, giving visitors a comprehensive understanding of your work and style.

2. Reflect Your Brand

Your website should reflect your brand identity. From the design and layout to the color scheme and typography, every element of your website should be consistent with your brand and convey the right message to your audience.

3. User Experience (UX) Design

A well-designed website is not just about aesthetics; it's also about functionality. A user-friendly interface, intuitive navigation, and responsive design are crucial for ensuring that visitors have a positive experience on your site, whether they’re browsing on a desktop, tablet, or smartphone.

4. SEO Optimization

SEO is essential for ensuring that your website ranks well on search engines. We optimize your website with relevant keywords, meta descriptions, and alt tags to improve your search engine rankings and make it easier for potential clients to find you.

5. Lead Generation

Your website should be more than just a digital portfolio; it should also be a lead generation tool. We design websites with clear calls to action, contact forms, and easy-to-find contact information, making it simple for visitors to get in touch with you.

Conclusion

In a competitive industry like architecture and design, building a strong brand is essential for success. Content writing, marketing strategies, social media management, and a well-designed website are all crucial components of a successful branding strategy. At Epistle Communications, we specialize in helping architects and designers elevate their brands through targeted marketing, compelling content, and effective digital strategies.

Whether you're looking to improve your online presence, attract more clients, or establish yourself as a thought leader in your field, we have the expertise and experience to help you achieve your goals. Contact us today to learn more about how we can help you build a powerful and enduring brand in the architecture and design industry.

[astralleywright]

spent like an hour trying to find a post abt the disparity of origin companion's content in bg3 and couldn't so, hey, this fucking sucks

[fantasybooksandtealeaves]

i'm gonna need ya'll to put the AI art down because it's rotting your fucking brains

what do you mean you'll only watch the adaptation of your favorite book "if it's AI"? what do you mean "only AI art can do justice to the characters"? never mind that every piece of character "art" AI spits out all looks like the same version of a photoshopped plastic mannequin. never mind that it relies on actual, stolen art to even exist. never mind that big studios are already trying to find every possible avenue to replace talented, dedicated human workers with AI

it terrifies me how willing some of you are to yield our crafts, our humanity, our passions in favor of worshipping at the altar of the black hole of vapid soullessness that is AI. all because the actors they cast don't live up to the insane, arbitrary standards you made up for your fictional boyfriends

I beg ya'll to think critically. I beg you to consider the very real implications of the things you say. because they exist and they aren't fucking pretty.

[umblrspectrum]

hi heres my ramblings about a md rain world au i made up in like a day bye

[theproverbialpen]

Do the Benefits Outweigh the Cost?

Summary: Zeus refuses to wrestle with his emotions as he listens in on the conversation between not one but two Poseidons. Inspired by @neal-illustrator's "Phantom Pains" comic.

Word Count: 1477

Warnings: Discussions of childhood trauma

Notes: After a month of not writing anything, Neal Illustrator posted this comic in her discord (you should subscribe to her Patreon if you're able btw it's such a lovely community) and I was struck with inspiration like one of Zeus' very own bolts. As soon as I got the notification that Neal posted this on her tumblr I got so excited, finally getting some time to post. Hope y'all enjoy this little angst piece I cooked up:

Time was a strange thing—boundless, all encompassing, and utterly inescapable. All were subject to the ceaseless passage of the seasons—neither mortals nor gods were free from its linear march. Linear, that was to say, in most cases.

Ever since Zeus and his siblings banded together all those millennia ago to defeat the Titan who had once reigned supreme over Time, they had enjoyed relative stability and peace (disregarding that one little uprising incident but, well, Zeus had dealt with that handedly). However, there were a few occasions on which Cronus would rouse ever so slightly from his imposed slumber down in the depths of Tarturus. Those were occasions when time got…weird.

Hence, the scene currently playing out before Zeus. He had felt a ripple in the fabric of reality—that telltale sign that his bastard of a father was acting up again—and had travelled to Aegae to alert his brother. He had planned for them to go down to see Hades together so that the three of them could ensure the seal was holding fast and thus found himself marching through the halls of his middle brother's underwater palace. It was in a central chamber, at the foot of a grand marble statue depicting the Ruler of the Tides, where he had come across Poseidon. Correction—where he had found two Poseidons.

The younger Poseidon was just as Zeus had remembered him, as much as a child his age could have recalled. His hair was a short bob, well on its way to becoming the long, rippling mane that defined his brother in the present day. The edges of his jaw were still soft, marked by a faint peach fuzz that would eventually grow into a well-groomed, tri-pointed beard. He wore a blue ribbon around his neck from which a gold medallion was hung, etched with his emblematic trident—the same medallion he would eventually incorporate into his belt. He still had that youthful sparkle in his eyes, eyes set upon a face that could not hide a single emotion that passed through the young god’s heart; after all, Poseidon had always had one of the biggest hearts of them all, second only to Hestia. And of course:

This Poseidon still had his right arm.

The young God of the Sea, with all his limbs and his animated personality still intact, was a far cry from the deity sitting next to him. Zeus could hardly believe he was watching the same people converse with each other. Zeus’ brother, as he knew him, was a ruthless being. He had his moments when he got flustered, sure, but Poseidon Agolotraina was defined by a coldness as sharp and piercing as the three pronged weapon he wielded. Zeus would often make light of Poseidon’s dour demeanor—as was his right as both his youngest sibling and his king—but the Thunder Bringer was no fool. Zeus was well acquainted with the rage that constantly simmered beneath Poseidon’s surface and he knew better than to underestimate the danger his brother could pose. It was a rage and a danger that were notably absent from the teenage version of Poseidon sitting on those steps, and that thought alone made Zeus’ chest tighten with a sadness he did not care to address.

Typically, Zeus would have sauntered over to the pair, offered some sort of witty one-liner, and generally just have inserted himself into the situation unbidden. However, defying all of his usual desire to command whatever room he was in, Zeus found himself quietly stepping behind one of the pillars and concealing himself from view (as best someone with a form as imposing as his could). His breathing grew shallower as he strained to listen in on his brothers’ conversation, leaving him just about able to make out their exchange.

“Staring is rude,” present-Poseidon chided in his deeper, baritone voice. Zeus snuck a glance around the marble column and spotted past-Poseidon’s fallen face, embarrassment washing over his features like the tide dragging along the shore. The young god quickly averted his eyes and Zeus ducked back into his hiding place, cursing to himself when he noticed his untamed curls peeking out past the edge of the pillar. Thankfully, it became apparent that he had remained undetected when present-Poseidon spoke again. “I can’t tell you how it happened.”

Zeus heard a deep sigh before a higher-pitched voice rang out through the chamber. “I figured as much,” past-Poseidon lamented. His statement was accompanied by a subtle crack, his timbre oscillating between rich fullness and pitchy squeaking in the way that only an adolescent’s could. Fully into his own adulthood, Zeus could not help but find the sound amusing. And yet, it also caused a part of him to ache with a potent nostalgia. It was as if past-Poseidon’s four words alone had transported Zeus back to a simpler time, a time when that very voice was a grounding source of comfort. It was a time when that voice—pitchiness and all—belonged to the man whom Zeus admired the most in the world.

Being the closest in age, Zeus had spent the most time with Poseidon before the domestic embrace of family was so cruelly ripped from him. To be fair, it wasn't as if the rest of his siblings weren’t involved in his rearing. Hades was a stoic yet kind eldest brother and while the girls weren’t technically his sisters, the bonds they all shared gave Zeus a feeling of safety and serenity that ran far deeper than blood. But when Zeus wanted someone to play with, Poseidon had always been the first to volunteer. When he needed a shoulder to cry on, Poseidon’s was the first one he had found. And when their lives were at stake, Poseidon had been the one to tuck him into that secluded corner while maintaining a brave face, ensuring that young Zeus had no idea anything was wrong until it was far too late.

Zeus could still recall the feeling of being tucked securely in the crook of his older brother’s arms as Poseidon’s footsteps echoed through the eerie, empty halls of Olympus. He could still recall the warmth of his older brother’s hands wrapped protectively around him. Young Zeus had no idea it would be the last time he’d ever feel the comfort of Poseidon's right palm splayed across his back again.

“Can I ask you a question?” past-Poseidon continued, breaking Zeus from his increasingly disconcerting recollection. 

“Of course,” present-Poseidon responded.

The room fell quiet for a moment, so quiet that Zeus had to hold his breath lest he disturb the pensive stillness of the air. Then, he heard that familiar, cracking voice again.

“Does it still hurt?”

The ichor froze in Zeus’ veins as every muscle in his body went taut all at once. He imagined present-Poseidon was experiencing the same paralyzing, stomach-dropping sensation if the prolonged silence was anything to go by. Zeus could picture the Sea God's facade cracking in his mind’s eye, could almost see the surprised look that must have overtaken Poseidon's impartial expression as his older brother sharply inhaled. 

“Don’t fear the pain,” Poseidon finally answered after what felt like a millennia had passed. “The benefits far outweigh the cost.”

Zeus barely managed to hold back his snort. ‘Don’t fear the pain,’ Poseidon said, as if he had not let out a scream for their mother so blood curdling that it still haunted Zeus to this day. ‘The benefits outweigh the cost,’ Poseidon assured, as if he had not tried to overthrow the very same brother for whom he had lost that arm protecting. Through his deflective platitudes, Poseidon had left the heart of the question unanswered. Perhaps he could spare his younger self from the truth, but Zeus had seen Poseidon flinch at nothing more than enough times to know the real answer which his brother had left unspoken.

As Zeus stood in the shadow of that pillar, one hand clenched tightly into a fist at his side, he could not help but wonder—was there any truth to Poseidon’s words? Did he really not regret his decision all those years ago? Was it worth it, losing both a part of himself and the years of his youth trapped in darkness and acid, all to protect his younger brother? Was Zeus one of those ‘benefits’ that outweighed the cost of Poseidon’s choice to face their father head on?

Or were these all just hollow words meant to assuage the fears of a young god not yet marred by the trauma of their youth and the strain in their brotherhood?

Worrying about such things was beneath Zeus. With a gruff exhale, he pushed himself off of the sandstone pillar and stalked back down the halls toward Aegae’s front entrance. Clearly Poseidon was busy—Zeus would just consult Hades on his own. Staying any longer would just be a waste of time. That was why Zeus was leaving without a word.

It was most certainly not because he feared learning the answers to his own questions left unasked.

[greenapplespider]

Been a minute since I did any work in my original story Blood in Moderation. So some sketches ;p

This is Ellen Luca, she’s the wife of Romulus Luca- upstart insurgent leader, notable enemy of the crown and the empire at large. She’s not of any notable family line but possess a unique life magic aptitude. She’s wanted by Vanberg authorities, preferably taken alive, due to her uncommon affinity. She has a twin brother—non magical—named Nathan Adamson who is also a high up member of Romulus’s group.

[br1ghteyed]

you just get to an age where you outgrow cringe culture. you just do things & you don't feel the need to explain yourself so much. you write the fanfiction & you post the vlogs & you know that the people dont get it dont matter. because not everyone's the same anyway.

and half the time creative expression isn't really as "cringe" as it's made out to be. it's just words or doodles or drafts. it's just something you put your heart into for a moment in time & then you moved onto the next. nothing is really cringe if you don't want it to be; it's just a moment in time.

[ibblescribbles]

Do you think you will ever check out Raincode? It's made by the same people who made DR but with a more focus on mystery. (It has the same vibes and stuff, I feel like you would like it a lot) another thing, the writing is so banger

Yes, I've already played Raincode!! Really enjoyed it, especially for the DR-like vibe and I actually made charms of the main cast:

I have sketches of Yomi and Yakou that I've been meaning to add to this set for ages but haven't been able to bring myself to refine them ;v; Makes me happy when people recognize the Raincode merch at cons tho! I'm really excited for Kodaka's new game too, I haven't played the demo yet!

[erithel]

Two of the characters from the novel I'm writing, Marek and Jules.

[epistle01]

In today's digital age, architects and designers are no longer just building structures; they are also building brands. To thrive in a competitive market, it's essential to effectively communicate your vision, showcase your work, and engage with your audience. This is where content writing, marketing strategies, and social media management come into play. Epistle Communications, a leader in branding and marketing for the architecture and design industries, offers a comprehensive suite of services designed to elevate your brand. In this blog, we will explore the importance of content writing for designers, marketing for architects, social media for architects, and developing effective websites for architects.

[sourcitrusjuice]

i always seem to fail something, someone, sometime

the apology laden flowers i craft appear as mockings of the real thing

how could i ever make something so beautiful with hands so stained

i try to bend so far backward that i break my spine

how could i ever care when the feelings i hurt weren't mine?

with every stroke of my pen

the unaccepted fruits of my labor rot and fester

the colors start to mold together

putrefying into blood-red wine

flecks of previously vibrant colors now undefined

and i wish

somewhere, somehow, sometime

i could of repaired

what wasn't mine.

in good time.

[arurand0m]

This is to that friend who writes an excellent story but withholds all the spoilers. Screw you Nicole.

[arlesposting]

hello 17776 nation how do we feel about genderfluid/all pronouns hubble (stemmed from a looooong story, but one person's misremembered moment is that same person's new character headcanon!!)

quick visuals if y'all need a little extra to get on board with this:

tl;dr/tumblr-accurate version:

also please, PLEASE excuse any grammatical errors it's 1am and i had to immediately put this idea into text form or else i'd forget about it (sleep can wait away, keep calm and dribble² on) ok byebye

[thegenesisguardians]

Ground Zero : Chapter 1

We were just kids

It was a warm, bright spring day. The air hummed with life as Viper and Lilian, two young sisters, climbed high into the trees surrounding their home. The divine nature of the children who inhabited this mystical place made everything flourish with abundance, especially the forest that enveloped their lovely manor. Today, the sisters were testing their climbing skills, eager to push their limits.

Lilian wore a pastel yellow spring overall set, her soft brown hair tied in a neat braid. Viper, slightly older, sported a sleek black jumpsuit, her wild, short hair whipping in the breeze. Viper had a firm grip on the bark as she hoisted herself up, the rough texture of the tree scraping her palms. She paused every so often to glance down, making sure her younger sister could follow, lending her a hand when needed.

The trees on the island were strange—foreign even to those who ventured from distant continents. Some stood as tall as small mountains, while others, like the teenage spruce they were climbing, barely stretched beyond a single story. To Viper and Lilian, this was just the right height for a bit of fun, their favorite tree for an afternoon adventure.

When they reached the top, the sisters settled, wrapping one arm around each other and the other around the rough trunk for balance. From their perch, they could see the vibrant world of the forest unfold below them—creatures scampering into tree hollows, birds singing sweet melodies, flowers blossoming in bursts of color that painted the earth like an artist's palette. The soft rustle of the leaves in the gentle breeze was almost hypnotic.

Viper let out a satisfied sigh, her lips curling into a smile as she took in the scene. “It’s beautiful up here, isn't it?” she murmured. Lilian pressed her cheek against the tree, the cool, textured bark grounding her as she felt the pulse of life flowing through it. “It’s like the tree is alive, breathing,” Lilian whispered, eyes wide in wonder.

Suddenly, Viper shifted her footing, but her shoe slipped on a patch of slick moss. Her heart leaped in her chest as her balance tipped backward. Panic flashed across her face as she felt gravity pull her down, her fingers clawing at the bark in a futile attempt to stop the fall.

“Viper!” Lilian’s voice rang out, sharp with fear. Time seemed to slow for the younger sister. Reflexes honed from their divine nature kicked in as Lilian’s eyes followed Viper’s fall. With no hesitation, her body reacted—muscles coiled like springs ready to release. Her wrist split open as if by instinct, the skin parting without pain. Out shot veins and nerves, twisting and transforming in the open air into vine-like tendrils.

The botanical tendrils lashed out, snaking around Viper’s waist just as she slipped out of reach. The vines tightened and jerked her sister back toward the tree. Viper grunted as she collided with the trunk and a few branches on the way down, earning a few scrapes, but she was safe. She blinked in shock, catching her breath as she looked up at Lilian’s pale, strained face.

“Gotcha,” Lilian exhaled, her arm trembling as her vines began to retract. The tendrils slithered back into her skin, reshaping into their original form. A few of them lingered, wrapping themselves around the open wound on her wrist, forming a leafy bandage that covered the cut and started the healing process.

Viper, still clinging to a branch just beneath her, rubbed the back of her head with a wry grin. “Nice catch, Lil’,” she said, her voice light but still a bit shaken. Her nails elongated into small, sharp claws, sinking into the tree for extra grip. “You okay? I didn’t make you use too much of your power, did I?”

Lilian, still slightly out of breath, nodded as she lowered herself onto the branch beside her sister. “I’m fine, just… don’t do that again, please,” she said with a shaky laugh, her vines tightening one last time before they vanished under her skin completely. “You scared me.”

Viper gave her a playful shove with her shoulder. “I’ll try not to make a habit of it,” she teased, though there was genuine gratitude in her eyes. She looked around as the last bits of adrenaline faded, and added, “Think we should head back?”

Lilian glanced toward the horizon, where the sun was already beginning its descent. “Yeah, Ty said we should only be out for a few hours. Plus, I think we’ve done enough climbing for one day.”

With a shared look and a nod, the two girls carefully made their way back down the tree, their feet finding steady purchase on each branch as they descended. The forest was alive with sounds, the wind whistling through the leaves, the hum of distant wildlife creating a serene symphony.

Elsewhere, the dead came in all shapes and sizes—some old, some young, and tonight, one of them was a child. Kaboo’s footsteps were silent as she moved through the dimly lit forest, her black aura shimmering around her like the wings of a raven. Despite her otherworldly appearance, she had a calm, soothing presence, the kind that could ease even the most terrified soul.

The little ghost girl stood shaking, her translucent form flickering with fear. Kaboo approached her slowly, her expression devoid of emotion, but there was something in her eyes—an unspoken promise of safety. “No one is going to hurt you here anymore,” Kaboo said softly, her voice a quiet, steady rhythm that seemed to soothe the child.

The girl, wide-eyed, looked up at Kaboo, her voice trembling. “I don’t wanna go…”

Kaboo knelt, her dark silhouette blending into the shadows. “Where would you like to go, then?” she asked, her tone patient as she reached into her pocket, pulling out a handkerchief to gently wipe the child’s tear-streaked face.

The girl sniffled, calming under Kaboo’s touch. “I… I want to see Mama and Papa again.”

Kaboo’s lips curled into a soft smile, the first real warmth she had shown all night. “They’re waiting for you behind those doors,” she whispered, pointing toward the shimmering light in the distance. The girl’s eyes lit up with hope, and she slowly began to walk toward the glow, disappearing as she crossed the threshold.

Meanwhile, back at the manor, Raiya lay sprawled on the floor, her face pressed into the wooden planks as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. “Dragon Witch… defeated…” she panted, her words muffled by exhaustion.

Jessa, a small toddler, sat triumphantly on her older sister’s back, waving her arms in the air. “I win! I win!” she squealed in delight.

Raiya groaned, too tired to argue. She had faced dangerous beasts, outrun law enforcement, and battled feral monsters in the past, but nothing compared to the bottomless energy of her little sister. She rolled onto her side, sending Jessa tumbling into the cushions of the nearby couch with a giggle.

“Alright, Jessa,” Raiya said, her voice heavy with fatigue. “Big Sis is tired. How about some cocoa before bed?”

Jessa’s face lit up as she nodded eagerly. “Cocoa!” she chirped, bouncing on the couch, her favorite stuffed animal Mr. Rex clutched in her arms.

Raiya smiled fondly, brushing a hand through her tangled hair as she pushed herself up. As she walked toward the kitchen, she felt the familiar dull ache in her shoulder—a reminder of the gunshot wound from the previous night. She winced slightly but shrugged it off, focusing instead on preparing the hot chocolate.

In another room, Tyra sat by the window, her eyes heavy with exhaustion from a long night of patrol. But when Diane toddled up to her, arms raised for a hug, Tyra felt a sudden rush of warmth. She scooped her little sister up and held her close, the setting sun casting a golden glow over them as they embraced.

For a moment, the weariness melted away, replaced by the simple comfort of family.

[puhpandas]

what are u guys' dream game after sotm? since itll be the last game centered around the mimics backstory and integration and stuff (hopefully) theres basically a whole world of possibilities for currently neglected storylines lol

[itsfullofstars]

MERCENARIES ALL THE WAY DOWN

There are 2 interrelated conversations I’m having lately with literally everyone I talk to about anything.

The various ways people are experimenting with AI in an effort to understand and leverage it for creative, business, and personal life

The shift in creative energy from a desire to break through the gates and enter the system, to an urgent need to make an end run around the gates and do the thing for yourself without asking permission

These conversations are coming to me from so many different angles, that it feels like a major sea change, whether we like it or not.

A decade ago, it was all about how you could extract as much money from the system by being the best at something, or understanding how to game the system.

Now it’s all about what’s the best way to just circumvent the system while simultaneously using the tools it provides, including AI and social media distribution.

The underlying energy is a combination of anxiety and hope that creative people can use their creative genius to carve a path into a future that seems dangerously unpredictable and insecure.

This all ties in to my experience creating, growing and recently killing a private Facebook group for creative professionals. If you haven’t read my Substack article about it, you should: