It was supposed to be my sellout moment. After 20 years as a journalist, a job for which I regularly took home more satisfaction than income, I was ready for the less stressful, more lucrative life of an editorial consultant, ghostwriter or whatever you call the invisible army of ex-reporters who anonymously help brands and business leaders produce the content that most writers don’t want to take credit for anyway.
For the most part, I got what I expected. Media forecasts so dense with jargon not even intelligibility could escape. Thought leadership columns about the value of diversity from CEOs who insisted that POC could mean only proof of concept. Decarbonization reports for massive global organizations designed to silence environmentalists for another year by weaponizing their own language against them.
Unsurprisingly, this new gig had me feeling a bit cynical. Given the opportunity to speak directly to consumers, unfiltered by skeptical news media or the confines of paid advertising, most companies were choosing either to bore them with buzzwords or mollify them with insincerity.