To Be or Not to Be a New Media Strategist [en]

For years now (since I became self-employed, and maybe even before) I’ve been struggling to define myself and what I do. There are two main components to this problem, as I see it:

  • working in a fast-moving, cutting-edge field, where I’m creating my job and job description as I go along, and boldly going where none have gone before (haha)
  • inside that field, having a bit of a “generalist specialist” profile, which means that I do tons of different things which don’t always seem to go together (talk about teenager/education issues online; give strategic advice to startups; install blogs and teach people how to use them; etc)

Now, along my freelancing career, I’ve called myself a bunch of things (non-exhaustive list following):

  • blogging consultant
  • social sofware consultant
  • social media consultant
  • web consultant and commentator
  • 2.0 consultant

More recently, I more or less dropped the whole title thing, going for taglines like “I help you understand the internet better” and even giving up almost entirely before Lift09 and having “Online Person” written on my badge.

So, again: part of the problem is me (and my issues with defining myself) and another is the field in which I am. High tech and social media is a bubbly field. An expression is hot one day and cold the other. Hot in some circles, passé in others.

Take “blogging consultant”: when I started out, there were hardly any blogging consultants around. A year or so later, everybody and his dog who knew how to set up WordPress suddenly started calling themselves that. I remember talking to a friend some years ago: his company had hired a “blogging consultant” and we were both appalled at the kind of advice he was giving and things he was doing.

So at some point, to distance myself from such people (newcomers clearly more intent in blinding their clients with buzzwords), I stopped calling myself a “blogging consultant”.

Basically, it’s been more or less the same problem for all the titles I’ve tried to wear (like clothes).

Now, back to my own issue: the trouble I have explaining and defining what I do. I had a breakthrough conversation with Florian Egger at the Lift09 party (despite the dreadfully loud music during what was supposed to be a “networking lounge” time slot).

Here’s the image I like to use to explain this breakthrough: what I do could be represented by a tree. There are many branches and leaves, and a trunk. Until then, when I was asked what I did, I would talk about the leaves and the branches, but I never managed to pinpoint what the trunk was. It left an impression that what I was doing was ill-defined, scattered.

I have now understood that the trunk of what I do is new media-related strategic consulting, thanks to Florian who made me go through example after example of what I did, concluding each one with “well, that’s strategy too, if you think of it” — and I’d go “no, it’s not strategy… oh, actually, yes, I see what you mean… it is!”

So, that would make me a New Media Strategist. It sounds nice. And it fits. You know, like when you finally find a pair of trousers that seems to have been stitched for you?

And clearly, being able to say “I do strategic consulting” sounds way better than “well, I know a helluvalot of a stuff about the internet, and all this so-called web2.0 stuff, and I’m really good at explaining it and helping people and companies figure out what the hell they’re going to do with it, and how they can use it, and why it’s interesting for them, and I can give talks, do training, help set blogs up, promote stuff online, coach people on more or less anything social-media related, oh, and give advice, of course, people keep coming to me for advice, you know, and a whole lot of other things…”

See what I mean?

I also realised that until then, the services that I had advertised were my “side-services” — my branches. In a way, I’ve always tried to do the strategic/advisory stuff undercover. Not very satisfying!

So now, the question this post is leading to: is “New Media Strategist” already old and loaded? What does it sound like? Is “everybody” calling themselves that nowadays? (I hope I don’t come across as pretentious because I consider I have a tad more expertise on the subject than newcomers in the field who have been blogging for 18 months and tweeting for 6…)

One could argue that titles don’t mean much, specially in today’s hypernetworked world, where connections are the most important thing in life (aside from drinking water… and even that could be subject to debate). Reputation, that’s what counts.

I disagree. I may be well-known and respected amongst my peers, but given the nature of my job, my clients are usually outside (even very far outside) the social media bubble. A title of some sort gives people a starting-point to figure you out.

“Social Media Consultant”, in my opinion, is dead from overuse and abuse. “New Media Strategist” seems better to me (because I “came up” with it during that discussion — of course I’d probably heard or seen it somewhere before, but it didn’t sound like something that is being thrown all over the place on Twitter et al these days). Or “Social Media Strategist”? What about “Social Media” itself… does that sound too much like an empty buzzword today (just like “Web 2.0”, which I never liked and honestly, was a media/marketing buzzword from the start). And then, for me, is the added issue of translating things in French. “New Media Strategist” doesn’t translate well — neither does “Social Media”, actually.

Lots of questions, as you can see.

Do you have trouble defining what you do? What do you put on your business card? What do you do? I’d love to exchange stories. And, of course, hear what you think about “New Media Strategist” — as a title in general, and to describe me… if you know me, of course. 🙂

A Few Words on the New Facebook Pages [en]

Facebook has recently made Pages more like Profiles. I’m frighteningly behind in keeping up with all this new stuff (bad, bad!) and I’ve only now had a chance to go and peek at the revamped Pages.

I was initially really disappointed by Facebook Pages. I remember when I started working on promoting Going Solo, I first created a fan page for Going Solo on Facebook. Not many people registered as fans. A few weeks (months?) later, I created a group, and lo and behold, people joined in droves. I realised that Pages weren’t really that interesting (they were far too static) and they didn’t allow you to invite people to become fans. Groups work well because you can invite people to join them (with the side-effect that we’re all swamped with requests to join all sorts of groups).

Back to the new Pages, the fact that they’re more like profiles has led me to create my own “fan” page. Now, it’s not that I consider myself a famous person or anything, but if I look at things coldly, clearly, more people want to be in touch with me than I can keep up with. I am a bit of a public figure in certain circles.

On Twitter, I have (today) about 2300 followers, but I follow only 500 people. On Facebook, I have about 500 “friends” (see a pattern emerging) and another 200 friend requests from people I barely know, don’t know, or don’t recognize. And that is after I went “overboard” about a year ago and started exercising way less restraint in who I connected to — because there was a business incentive for me to do so.

Initially, I kept my Facebook connections way more restricted than my Twitter ones. Facebook was “people I feel I know”. But that failed.

So I’m wondering: if I use a Page to stay connected to acquaintances, networking contacts, etc… will it change the way I connect to people with my profile? Will I be able to reclaim some “privacy” for my Facebook profile?

It’s way too early to tell. But I’m looking forward to experimenting with this and seeing how it goes.

A Short Note and Update [en]

[fr] Comme vous avez pu vous en rendre compte, passablement occupée ces temps-ci. C'est l'occasion de peaufiner mes armes de gestion du temps!

As you can see, the few days I spent recuperating up in the mountains resulted in quite a lot of 50-word stories. I’m a bit horribly busy these days (working on keeping my time management under control) — thankfully because I have quite a bit of work lined up.

Expect a steady drivel of more business-related postings around here in a few weeks!

*PS: yes, there are still about 4 months worth of posts missing from Climb to the Stars. Coming soon too!*

The Key [en]

She had forgotten what she had come here to forget, whiskey upon whiskey.

The door opened. Three men stormed in.

“You must help us!” they cried.
“Go back home, I can’t even help myself. I’m just a miserable drunk!”

One of them pointed to her silver ring, gift from her dead mother.

“You’re the one we’re looking for. If you do not come willingly, we will take you by force.”

He gripped her arm as she staggered to her feet, cursing and thrashing and telling them to leave her in peace. But his grip was strong, and the two others helped, and soon they had dragged her out to their horses. They threw her over the biggest one and sped off without a word.

Many sick and bumpy hours later, the riders stopped. She fell to the ground in a heap, blinking and bewildered.

“Forgive our manners,” said one of the men. Her head felt of lead. “But our affairs here are of utmost importance, and we could not wait to convince you. My brothers have gone ahead, we must now follow them.”
“Not until you tell me what you want from me.”
“You are the fourth key. But time is running out, we must hurry now!”

As he grabbed her wrist to lead her through the woods, she noticed he was wearing the same silver ring. Still in a half-drunken daze, she stumbled along until they reached a clearing. The two brothers had been busy removing moss and branches from a huge stony door, half-open in the cliff.

He showed her the four pairs of hand-prints in the stone. If the door was not closed by sunset, great evil would come through it.

The four took position, and the door creaked tightly shut. Just in time.

Des histoires [fr]

Ce qu’elle voulait plus que tout, c’Ă©tait raconter des histoires. Des histoires qui feraient rĂŞver, ou bien qui feraient peur. Des histoires mystĂ©rieuses ou intrigantes, qui emporteraient leur lecteur très loin de son monde Ă  lui.

Hélas, nulle histoire ne pointait le bout de son nez. Elle avait beau essayer, rien ne venait: elle ne savait pas comment faire.

Elle dĂ©cida un jour d’aller consulter un vieux sage.

– J’aimerais tant savoir inventer des histoires, lui dit-elle.

L’ermite la regarda quelques secondes et rĂ©pondit sèchement:

– Mais tu ne fais que ça! Ă€ longueur de journĂ©e, tu te racontes des histoires. Sur ce qui va arriver, ce qui pourrait arriver, sur les autres, sur toi-mĂŞme. Tu sais très bien inventer des histoires. Maintenant, fiche-moi la paix et va Ă©crire!

Un peu heurtĂ©e par la rudesse du vieillard, elle prit le chemin du retour. Oui, elle passait son temps Ă  se demander ce qui allait arriver, Ă  Ă©chafauder des plans et des scĂ©narios — mais pour elle, c’Ă©tait bien diffĂ©rent de ce qu’elle voulait faire. Elle ne voulait pas parler de la rĂ©alitĂ©! Elle voulait inventer des histoires qui n’existaient pas.

Durant les jours qui suivirent, elle repensa aux paroles du sage. Au fond, les histoires qu’elle imaginait pour se protĂ©ger contre trop d’inconnu avaient peut-ĂŞtre aussi peu de rapport avec la rĂ©alitĂ© que celles qu’elle dĂ©sirait inventer.

Alors elle se mit Ă  Ă©crire. Tous les jours ou presque. Elle inventait des histoires, et tant pis si elles Ă©taient farfelues. Au fil des mois et des annĂ©es, elle prit de l’assurance. Le vieil ermite avait raison, pensa-t-elle; je sais très bien inventer des histoires, au fond.

Et un beau jour, sans avoir trop compris comment, elle avait imaginé une histoire qui était en train de devenir un livre.

He kept checking his iPhone on the bus [en]

He kept checking his iPhone on the bus. A little compulsive, maybe.

She took out her Poken and dangled it in front of her — an invitation. He looked at her, took his out, and they connected without a word. Just a smile.

She’d check him out in detail this evening.

This is a 50-word short story. Read more by me on CTTS or by others too on Facebook.

John pushed his glasses back up [en]

John pushed his glasses back up his long nose and looked at the obviously fake document.

“Where did you get this?”
“Clearing the attic,” replied Mr. Wilson.

A bullet shattered the window and killed Mr. Wilson.

John ran for his life, but not fast enough: a second bullet found him.

This is a 50-word short story. Read more by me on CTTS or by others too on Facebook.

Chris gently took her hand [en]

Chris gently took her hand, under the table. She caught her breath and a smile flickered upon her lips, as she kept chatting with the others.

They stole a few glances during the evening, shy fingers entwined.

Time to leave. “How about a movie tomorrow?” he asked.

She said yes.

This is a 50-word short story. Read more by me on CTTS or by others too on Facebook.

Her words led him through worlds [en]

Her words led him through worlds beyond his dreams, and then dropped him roughly back onto his bed.

– Ouch! that wasn’t very nice!

He reached for another book — but none of them would open up a door in the solid walls of his world.

He burned the school library down.

This is a 50-word short story. Read more by me on CTTS or by others too on Facebook.

She never thought that changing all the paintings [en]

She never thought that changing all the paintings on the walls would break the house’s heart. For starters, she hadn’t realised the house had a heart, or that it could be broken.

She loved the house, however, so she got all the paintings back. It wasn’t easy, but she managed.

This is a 50-word short story. Read more by me on CTTS or by others too on Facebook.