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fter knocking Mr. Templer’s socks off during our phone interview with my mask of never-fail charisma, he requested a sample of my work.
A sample. Did this guy realize I had absolutely no training or experience? I was 18 years old, barely home from seminary. How had I gotten myself into this? Copywriter — yeah, sure. A friend of a friend had recommended me, said I was a great writer, super creative.
Maybe. But just because I loved writing and managed to publish a story in some magazine didn’t mean I was cut out for this work. Copywriting was a science. It wasn’t about how broad your vocabulary was.
But Mr. Templer liked my sample and was ready to assign me a real project.
