Social Media Quick Tips

I was recently laid off from my position as an Area Social Media Manager for five local hotels. I wasn’t sure how social media was going to be handled but I knew somewhere in my gut that they’d just push it back on the hotels and thus the overworked staff to get it done. The smart properties would find someone at least willing to put in the time/energy or point to one of their ‘go-getter’ staff to fill in after no one ‘was doing it for them.’ I sent a couple of those people at one of my formerly-repped hotels a short list of resources I’d use if I were in their shoes and thought it may be helpful for me (and maybe others) to get it all down for future reference – so without further ado:

Where to start

What do you like on social media? What kind of content would get you to like the page? If you are ‘just checking a box’ so your boss doesn’t get mad about how many times you’ve posted this week – then don’t really worry about it. But if you actually care, put some thought into it. Start there. Follow some brands you like, doesn’t have to me in your industry but bonus points if they are. Follow your competitors and do a quick search for top social media accounts that are applicable to what you’re doing – imitate and do better.

Tools

Let’s talk quickly about things that eat a lot of time: You have an idea for a post but have 4 different platforms you want to post it on. Or maybe you want to monitor a few key terms or when someone geotags your business or even uses a hashtag you’ve been pushing for the past six months. You open the native app on your phone, then search for the thing you need, get distracted by something else and coming back to the task at hand 20 minutes later to see you’ve missed a post from three days ago. Let’s streamline things, shall we?

Everyone hates it, but uses it anyway: Facebook Native

Facebook API sucks (or apps haven’t figure out how to perfect the ‘preview’). Couple that with Facebooks infamous consistent “Thursday” feature dropping [bug squashing / testing] and you’ve got a terrible place to “just dump” content. Do yourself a favor – schedule posts natively in Facebook. It sucks, I 100% agree, but it’s honestly the only way to make sure the link you shared doesn’t fall into the hell dump of some horrible preview image or a handful of stupid glitchy garbage that can happen when not crafting natively. Posting to Facebook? Do it there.

For listening and scheduling: Hootsuite

Are there better, more effective listening tools? Yes. Are there better scheduling tools? Shit yeah. What about better analytics? Of course. But bang for your buck – Hootsuite is dead-simple and amazingly effective at all three for a very reasonable price. Things it does well: Twitter scheduling, search & monitoring, Instagram scheduling, search & monitoring. Things it sucks at: Their mobile app is painfully unreliable for IG notifications (check it often, more so after updates), geo-fencing (beta).

For easy-as-pie, set it and forget it scheduling: Buffer.

I’ve loved buffer for a very long time for a couple reasons: G+ & Pinterst integration, plus that sweet sweet “rebuffer.”  Long story short: not everyone on twitter will see your post at the one time you posted it, so if you toss it back up tomorrow 5 hours later, or sometime next week – that is cool with Buffer. The program also elegantly handles calendars, automatically pulls, sets and rolls ‘best posting times.” Things it does well: Scheduling, handling “pretty much everything” you want to post on, bit.ly integration. Things it sucks at: Analytics/reporting are clunky if existent, & doesn’t “listen.”

Make pretty pictures:

Meet your new best friend: Canva. It’s a super-simple graphical magic-maker. Slap a bunch of crap together, use their templates for guidance, build out your supplemental images for social in minutes instead of hours/days. I STRONGLY suggest buying into the Pro version for the brand color, logo/image folders, premium graphics, premium templates, brand templates, and font branding addons. It’s astonishing how any small business ever handled digital media design before Canva.

Need a picture? Don’t just ‘google’ images and rip that stuff down to claim it as yours, do the right thing and collect free commercial-friendly stock from legit sources. I use AllTheFreeStock as my go-to. Their website makes sifting through many search sites pain-free, as not all search sites index the same free stock available out there. Two tips: 1) grab and keep EVERYTHING you don’t use and 2) always get it at a higher resolution than you intend to use it at.

Utilize a photo editor, free entry-level image editing software like VSCO and Snapseed are tops imo. Don’t just take one dark photo and slap an over-saturated Instagram filter on there and act like it doesn’t look like garbage. If you want to take your photography up a notch – see also: you’re literally doing everything anyway – use Lightroom.

Top photo tips:

  • Take 5+ photos of what you want to share before being ‘done’.
  • Move around – try shooting from another angle, move the things around a bit
  • Experiment – if you don’t have photo brand standards to live by, try different things and see how they work.
  • A shitty camera can always be made up with by solid photography, don’t hang your hat on a DSLR if your smartphone shots suck/need work.
  • Food needs natural light.
  • Avoid “low light” at all costs, no matter the subject

12.18.16 – Reflection

I want to write today, but I’m pretty empty on ideas for today. On many days I wish I had some kind of wisdom to impart. Some sage advice that I have learned over my years in social media, the differences in offices, how best to work remote, about raising a kid, brewing beer, something anything. I can’t conclude I’m an expert on any of these things it’s a constant flow of figuring it out. I’m not sure why, but when someone says they are an expert in something, it portrays in air of finality. I’m always learning, stretching and creating new creases in my mind. I’m never going to throw in the towel and say I’m “done” learning about something. After 8 years working in food, there was a new ‘bottom’ to the trench of knowledge and that can be carried to any subject – the rabbit hole knows no bottom beyond your potential to stop to learning. You want to know how deep it goes? Pick up a shovel. Suddenly this post is about how I have an unquenchable thirst for learning and less about my writer’s block. My advice: learn more and never stop. Dig deep and never stop, excavate three holes at once, stop and come back, but never stop. Get a book on tree identification if you are interested in it, read up on non-central campaigns of world war two, take a woodworking class, watch fly-making videos, just get out there.

Post-Marathon Considerations

Knocking off that run was a big ‘bucket’ item for me. I ran the last 20 feet and crossed the line with my son in the warm glow of delirium – it was fantastic and beautiful and heart-warming and I was beat. I finished in an “okay” 4:36. I feel like I did well enough but could have done things differently – that list is a few items, so I’ll break them into bullet points:

  • I should have picked up orthopedic insoles a lot earlier. I had my squishy foam insoles the entire time I was putting on miles; 5k, half-marathon, and all training of the full marathon. Physical therapy docs said to buy new ones asap – and that was five months before I started running. Your feet/ankles/legs hurt a lot? See a doctor. Already have orthos? See about an upgrade.
  • I should have trained harder/longer. I made the mistake of letting my body dictate how the last few weeks of my training played out. I was so tired – mentally and (mostly) physically I was worried about injuring myself. My big 20-mile run ended at 15.8 because I cramped up so bad and had to be driven home. I never reached that goal and only hit 20 miles out on the trail, which is where the real race began.
  • I should have waited a year. This goes with the training regiment. I had ample time to ramp up according to my plan, but given that I was going from a 5k in October 2015 to a full marathon in 2016; I was pushing too hard.
  • I should have paced myself better. Again, as an inexperienced runner, I went out and did the first half of the marathon a solid minute/mile faster than I was aiming for. I got all amped up and didn’t pay attention to the pace runners until it was too late. I felt amazing before ‘the turn’ – where the half marathoners went to the finish line, and I had to keep going – after the turn was a fast descent into sadness.
  • I should have checked how long my book was. I run with audiobooks, and it’s always worked to remove myself from myself. You’d have thought I would learn my lesson from the incredibly short “Born Standing Up” for the half-marathon, but no. I chose the amazing book “Bossypants” as my marathon book. Painfully, I finished the book around that 20-mile mark, and I was left without my comfort blanket of reading to keep my mind company.
  • I should not have walked so early. Everyone was right, that first time you walk is the worst – the door is opened, that option was there. Just a little bit more walking. Ugh, I’m tired, maybe I’ll walk a bit. Bleh.
  • I should have NOT left for a business trip the same day as the race. It was silly and memorable, not as awful as I thought it was going to be, but it just put an odd spin on the whole recovery process.

Would I do another marathon? I’ll likely do another, someday, if my body can take it. Training for a marathon is work, like an actual part-time job level of work. When you commit to putting two and a half to three plus hours of your Saturdays into running and cramming in another 4+ hours during the week, then add on the stretching & more stretching – it’s work. I’d have to allow myself the time to commit to it before anything else. I’d love to do a ton more half-marathons, 5 & 10Ks. I’d just need a buddy. I’m fully recovered, which took a lot longer than anticipated and worked through a lengthy cold season and now am stuck in the doldrums of deep winter. Running will continue as soon as it gets above single digits; the itch is getting worse and the sads are creeping back in.

More soon, stay sane and safe.

This Election and Who We Are

I don’t talk about politics often unless someone else starts the conversation. For a few reasons, I wanted to put this together and maybe help me feel better about it all.

When someone says we live in dark times, or that the world has gone insane I can’t get on board. I feel like saying “these times are crazy” is a paper-tiger excuse to wave off a reality. Times aren’t crazy; times couldn’t be more subdued: crime is down nationwide, more people are insured (yes, costing more but besides my point), unemployment is at a manageable level (yes, can always be better), housing market rebounded, interest rates have been perpetually at rock bottom, I could go on. I can’t put the entire blame on the republican candidate’s rise on the media’s love with exploiting the ludicrous fringe and the non-narratives built from almost non-existing problems (i.e., immigration & stateside terrorism) culminating into the wavering joke that knew no end – they are here to make money, fear and sex sells. I can’t blame the supporters either; their fear boils over into seething hate by the fuel of 24-hour news and the insular echo chambers of social media. You keep piling wood on the fire, don’t be surprised to get burned. Let’s not lay the dead sheep of “media’s” snarled grins at our feet then point our fingers at the hearts that beats inside them; it’s a fun house mirror reflecting only the dregs of our souls. We tune in to the circus, we turn blue links purple, we click and watch and soak up the blood and tears that is squeezed from this election. The “crazy times” are bound to those who cannot see past the bloody teeth & torn sheepskin and see them for what they are: beasts. We get caught up – I say “we” because I’m as much to blame – it’s hard to see past the first paragraph, the headline, we take for granted the papers lead line is honest, we walk into our offices, homes, gyms, bars and ask “did you hear what s/he said” or did. The absurd is the car crash on the highway and we’re all slowing down to take a look. While we gawk, we slow everyone else down. The nation isn’t different from it was yesterday, we weren’t suddenly this way, the light has just been turned on in the shadows. Only crazy part is the media gave the mic to the those crawling out, but again who could look away?

Clowns eventually take off the makeup; we’ll need time to wipe the paint off and gaze deep into the void of our pupils to what lays behind it – no matter who wins.

Goodbye Gramps

So here I am sitting in bed thinking about my passing grandfather. My mind is swimming in thoughts of his and my time together. For some reason when someone passes I begin putting together what I’d say at the pulpit. I’d maybe start with a joke or something meaningful to set the tone. Something about how life is a journey and it’s best traveled with important people. I don’t mean you have to see the world with the mayor, but people who hold up. He and grandma seemed to be in that van driving across the country every so often. I’m happy to think that maybe grandpa can go back to traveling with his wonderful wife.

I had my trip with those two. The memories are like a flipbook – a blur of movement, but if your finger sticks long enough you get a clear picture. I remember them picking me up and my mother’s “please don’t terrorize these people” look on her face. My “on board” bag stuffed with activities that I became bored with in the first 3 hours of a cross-country trek. There were night stays in dumpy motels and breakfasts at “Flying J” and lunch consisted of canned franks or meat to be spread on crackers. That isn’t to say I didn’t appreciate spending that time with them. I finally, truly saw the sharp beauty of the Rocky Mountains. We visited an imprisoned family member and a beef jerky factory. And who could forget how I took my first whizz along the highway, with the doors open wide within earshot of my grandmother sitting passenger side, all while in the shadows of the perfect rock sculptures of the Arizona desert. It wasn’t a trip about finding more about them, but more about finding myself with them.

See, my grandfather has a hard shell. Let me tell, just a quick story, as an example. One year, our family got together at a cabin in Colorado where the kids were left to bother the poor older folks, all while the older kids and parents went off into the rocky nowhere. I was an obnoxious cuss, and he wasn’t interested in getting dealt into my game, but one morning the two of us got the better of each other. My grandfather and I were at a small kitchen counter where I proceed to grill him on the utensils contained in a large ceramic jar. I machine-gunned off:”What’s that?” He tried to stammer an answer fit for an 8-year-old, but before he could get two words together, I moved on to the next item in question. This line happened a handful of times, each of us parlaying. That was until I asked him about the last one. I finished my question, and he looked at it then me and said straight-faced:”Put your hand down.” Well, this wasn’t like his other answers, he certainly sparked my curiosity. “Go ahead,” he invited “put it down and I’ll show you what it does.” I smiled at the wooden block, then at him and placed my hand palm side down on the table. He pulled it out of the jar and raised it and paused – either in his hesitation or mine – and brought the meat tenderizer down onto the back of my hand. Let’s say for the sake of storytelling, that I stopped asking him questions for the rest of the trip.

But that is the same man who shook me out of many a Nintendo stupor to watch desert night flowers bloom. The same guy who woke me up early to unfold and hang the American flag that he meticulously cared for in their front yard. This was the same guy who said “Howdy partner” in the same tone no matter my age. He was the same guy who invited me to have milk and Oreos every single night I stayed with them, especially if that day was contentious. To him, everything was resolved at that table. He wasn’t a stubborn old man, and I wasn’t an annoying young kid. We were two fellas having cookies.

And that’s what I’d do if I had my “one more chance,” to be a fella at that dinner table, having cookies.

Write… what? Reflection 8.29.16

2016-08-24 13.31.31When I homebrewed a lot more, I had a subject. When I worked in food, I had a subject. Now? I work with hotels and while interesting, complex, and not at all structured the way most people think – it’s not an issue I’d focus on. I’m still a dad, so I can write more about that – but I’m not really one of those who likes to talk about my kid. I don’t know if I’m board with brewing or it’s become too much of a time sink? I make too much at one time for… just myself? I don’t have as much free time? A part of me wants to hunt for a new hobby, sell off the homebrew wares and do something that I can keep and do in a tiny space. Oh ya know, like finally work on writing the script for the graphic novel? Or finding more/better things to write here? I’m running a lot and training for a marathon at the end of October, but who gives a shit about that besides me? Maybe a couple of other runners I know, but the sum of that conversation exists in a vacuum as much as talking about working out; people will talk about it with you if a) they share an interest, b) don’t have anything else to talk about. I’ve got a modular kayak now – so that quite fun. Maybe it’s that this summer’s been jam-packed with activity, there isn’t much brain space beside slowly falling asleep to woodworking youtube videos. I could write more about social media, I guess? But I’ve found most “social media experts” to be a load of wind without much practical experience, like self-help writers who only have acclaim in writing self-help. I’m too mired in practicality, maybe. I have this friend that works at writing. That puts me to absolute shame as far as his work ethic on becoming a writer. He’d very much likely be there a long time before I grazed the surface. I’m in awe of him. I want to put out work at his clip. He’s good too, plus he puts the hours in.

Maybe it’s time to apply what I’ve learned from running to my writing: lace up, shut up and get out there.

Why I Run

So I seem to have picked up a new hobby. This post is more like a tale of my fitness than a straight line explanation of why.

I was not into structured fitness and prescribed by junior or, horror-of-horrors, high school. It started in college. I’m not sure if was tennis near the dorm, racket ball, swimming, my badminton course, but moving just came easily. I wasn’t an expert in any field, but I put just enough effort in to have fun. I could keep up, no trick shots, or many baskets or unattested matches, but I liked it. Unknowingly a spark struck. Year three, I took in a job at Walmart nearly 4 miles away. I was going to ride my bike to work. This came as a shock to everyone but me, but I knew if I just set to do it, it wasn’t going to be hard. I still remember that first ride on my first day to work. My shift started at 9 am, I left early to make sure I was on time, but also could ‘cool down’ before starting work. It was an unseasonably warm late spring day, and it didn’t take long for me to question my sanity. The other important detail? My college town, Macomb, is situated amid a couple of swollen hills. I lived at the very bottom of the these, my journey to work took me from there to the highest in a pretty short distance. The hill is steep enough to question why I’d bought a cruiser bike with extra wide handlebars. The first time I hit the hill in the near-empty college town – the only sounds were distant birds, my huffing and the clang of a cheap bike chain. I could have walked to the top faster, across four lanes country roads, but I was riding my bike. It got easier; summer got hotter, and then it got hard again. I started bringing a shirt to change into and hitting the rarely used water fountain to keep up appearances. On days off I began riding the corn-glazed hills, getting chased by leash-less dogs and developed a love of moving under my own power.

After college, I biked to work, and one year non-stop through winter – which got rough in early February – but the sense of accomplishment became a badge I wore. In Maine, I rode from our house in the East End (North Side) to work near the airport (clear across the city limits). Later, out East I rode through dark woods –  where every day brought adventures; nearly crashing into deer, turkeys, and other critters. Once Finn was born and I worked from home, we rode for 30 miles in one direction, walked/played for a bit, and rode back. We were out there and moving, 4′ snow falls didn’t stop us from at least walking the neighborhood.

Maybe I just have to keep moving. The thing was though I always hated running. I liked to bike. Running was the for the birds, but starting in those rolling hill college days, speaking to mentors and peers – a dream arose. Something that I wanted to do, one may call it a “bucket list item” but I never classified it as such until late: to run a marathon.

It started with me running my mouth. I had joked for years that a 5k was for children, and I could just sign up and run one, no training was needed. My wife did just that, giving me a fair warning first, but entered my name no less. We did great, and I started to really… like? running? After our race, I confided in her that running a marathon was on my bucket list in a halfhearted chuckle about my madness and slight melancholy about it never coming to fruition. I got a text a month and a half later – I was still jogging off and on short distances – that we were now entered in a half marathon. My heart sank. This was my test; it was only half, but it’s a path to see if this could ever happen. I got more serious about training, I put in the miles, and somewhere in there, fell for it. Post half I wanted more.

Now for the real reason why I run. I’ve tried to explain it, but people think I’m either insane, or I do it for the endorphins; I’m not sure they’re entirely wrong or right on either count. The longer distances I go, the more I “like” (up to a point) running. So what happens? I’m not entirely sure. I’m me, but not me. I’m running, but I’m not. At the peak jogs, the best ones, my body melts away, and my mind takes its path. I’m plugged into an audiobook, focused and melding into the story. In there, in the movement and deep listening, in the quick pace of books (1.6x) – I’m there and not there. I’m listening and wandering all at once. Transcendence?

That is why I run; I run to get away.

There are, of course, the normal fears that come chained to running and exercise. Fear of gaining too much weight; I have relatives with serious health problems – obesity, heart issues, high blood pressure, type 2 diabetes, etcetera – and I’m running away from those too. I’m also running to find balance, to put time in for myself and adding savings to my life bank. I’m feeling healthy and happier every day, and I’m sure that is thanks to my activity.  I run for my kid; exercise is not only fun but an important part of taking care of yourself. Couple that with the former fears, I’d like to be around as he ages. So I run for all those things too, it’s an added benefit.

So now I’m training even more: killing off the majority of a weekend morning to moving, and then squeezing in short runs during the week. Recently, I’ve found it hard to get up to and past 14 miles; I get tired, thirsty, hungry, and so on. But I’ve got until the end of October. I’m at the bottom of the hill again – I’m sweating in the quiet hot morning – either pedal or I’m late.

7.22.16 – Work Reflections

I had about two full paragraphs here about getting people motived before I cut them all. About the challenges I’ve faced as we roll out “the agency.” I’m not sure I have any good advice but to try everything you can and then go back through your list and try those things again. In short, my job relies on people that don’t answer to me, nor do I entirely work “for them;” their success in what I do heavily depends on their involvement. It’s a constant struggle to find new ways to say “help me, help you.”

Current thoughts: Expose clients to ‘the new world.’ Don’t put them in timeout, hold their hand – it’s easy to make people feel simple, it’s harder (and better in the long run) to educate.

I’ve also got a couple ‘big picture’ ideas crashing around in my head for work and having a busy mental day has left me excited and pretty scattered.

More soon.

Post-Birthday Reflection

I’ve been doing my share of thinking lately. There has been a weight resting firmly on my thought bubble. I stop short of saying “birthdays at my age” but something about my last handful have left me heavily self-reflexive. To be honest, I’m not sure where I want to start here. Am I worried about life? Death? My family? Career? Who I am? What is my “role” in life?

No? Yes? I don’t know.

I wrote this trite passage on Facebook they day after about how we’re all floating in a sea and how as we move through it, it defines us. Some people got, maybe, but did I?

I’ve been wrestling with emotions like a tired willow in a strong blow the last few days. Thinking a lot about my father. Who I am as a dad, a husband. My family in general, where they fit in my life. Should I call my brother “just to talk?” I feel as though I’ve had ‘youngest child syndrome’ for far too long. The part of me where I’m right no matter what my feelings are and even if you soft-step them, damned you are. I’m not right just because I grit my teeth harder.

I do a lot of moaning about how others don’t seem to do enough self-reflection. That finger can and should be pointed at me; maybe something about how if I point one finger, three point right back. A lot of learning is done in trying to teach my kid about morality, feelings, and the world. Who am I to teach someone if I don’t have it all together?

Maybe growing up is being able to admit many of your stalwart stances aren’t on a foundation as solid as you thought. That maybe for all this time you’ve been wrong. Maybe they aren’t the foolish or simple one, but the asshole, the jerk. I’m not so great, or the best – but now it’s time to admit it, say sorry and try to do better. Less criticizing and more understanding, just be kinder.

I have to take my first real piece of advice from my son:”people gotta do what they gotta do.”

31.

Social Media Help?

I get asked a lot if “I do social media work on the side.” My short answer is “not really, but buy me lunch and we can talk about strategy.” I’ve met with many small businesses that want the moon. Most of them were posting 2-3 times a month on various outlets or might as well as not exist online. They complain it’s hard. I usually end up telling them it’s easy and give them a few pointers and they walk away with confidence; although that “ease” meets usually meets little action.

Someone recently said social is about a “Return on Experience.” That is the bumbling grumble of some marketing person smelling their own farts, we’re marketing – not going on a tour through the amazon. I admit, there is a lot out there. It’s hard to sift through the noise of people telling you what is best for your business because they are so-called “experts.” In my history, it’s those who claim expertise are rarely so; don’t trust anyone with “guru” in their title. With all of that blithering, I thought it time to put some honest info out into the universe.

Here is what I’d say in those meetings, to use as a reference in simple, plain-English my tips to social media good times:

  1. Listen
    1. Start by emulating a brand you wish your page could be like, then do better
    2. Follow the same accounts, like brands, and influencers – ie: google “top/best [platform] brands/influencers”, feel free to add [location] if your business is brick & mortar.
    3. Share, engage, and reply
  2. Post
    1. Failing is an option. Try something & if it doesn’t work, you’ll know. Move on + learn.
    2. Consistency is key. There isn’t a “magic bullet” of the right amount of posts, set a number in your head or track on a google doc and try to hit your numbers.
    3. Don’t let time rule you. Take an hour and plan/schedule your posts for the week. Bam, you’re done with the creation side, but DON’T FORGET TO LISTEN!
  3. Pictures
    1. Take so many you need to empty your phone every month or so.
    2. Put time into editing; You don’t “need’ Lightroom or Photoshop, Snapseed or VSCO will do just fine.
    3. Filter to look natural or softly enhanced, do not overdo it.
  4. Share
    1. You are passionate about something, tell it to the world. Only you know awesome your [widget] is. Spread the word.
    2. Other people will like what you do – say thanks, use a listening tool (like Hootsuite) to say “thanks.”
  5. Time/Money
    1. Facts of life: Facebook is a paid space, Instagram is a (now) a paid space, Twitter takes time. What is worth more to you?
    2. $5 can get you far – targeted boosts, tailored ads, local, awareness ads can take you places.
    3. Learn the ad space you are working in. Create ads that you’d click on or the people you are targeting would click.
  6. Platforms
    1. Ask your customers what they open on their phone first while sitting on the toilet, start there.
    2. Don’t jump into a platform because you think you have to ‘do it all.’ Focus on what matters.
    3. You didn’t “miss the boat” – you skipped the old guard. If your audience is on Snapchat, why worry about building an audience on MySpace?
  7. ROI?
    1. Track your success with Pixel, Google Analytics and the like, but don’t get hung up.
    2. Be awesome and people will be awesome to you. You’re putting out ‘good vibes’ not pushing a sale. This is marketing, not sales.

There is, of course, more complicated strategies to flush out and give guidance on. But this is simply an introduction. The long and short of social media can be boiled down to: “Just try it!” and “Do what feels right for your brand.” As with most things in life, if it seems too good to be true it very much is, no one has a perfect plan, it’s up to you to craft one.

As with all of my social posts, I’m not going to hang my hat on getting x number of followers or getting a video to go viral. I think creating and fostering a long term strategy is important to sustained success. You can do this.