The creative Director is running in circles all over the place yelling "Bring me a big idea! Bring me a big idea!" The smug VP gives you the friendliest of smiles while chanting the usual meaningless war slogans: "bring me a campaign that no one has seen before. Bring me THE new idea. Bring me an idea that is like nothing that's ever been done. Not even close! Don't worry, I have the client eating out of my hand, just get it and I'll make it happen".
And suddenly, you start believing. The fumes of battle are blinding you, the old addictive aroma of gun powder takes hold of your senses and you start sweating. You are telling yourself that this time its for real. This time they actually mean it. It is not you against the client, it's you against you. After all the big guy okayed it - approved the "different" idea, the one no one has thought of before. He gave you a green light to get the idea that will take you to the top - directly to that podium at Cannes. In other words - the BIG idea!!!
You kiss your wife goodbye (over the phone); you inform your kids that from now on, and indefinitely, mom is in charge; you change your voicemail from "please call later" to "please don't ever call"; you shut yourself in the office; turn your brain ON and attack the brief. You think. You drink coffee. You drink more coffee. You think. You go make yourself another coffee. Coffee too sour. Replace coffee. Coffee too sweet Replace coffee again. Think again. Think that you are thinking. Go take a leak. Your pee is too yellow. Too much coffee. Drink glass of water... and a coffee. Put feet up on desk. Doze off. Wake. Doze off again. Go get another coffee to wake up. Doze off. Yell at the account Executive to just wake up. Yell at the account Executive because she woke you up. Give up. Collapse. Lift yourself up. Collapse again. Disappointed with yourself. You tell yourself you are the worst creative ever. Now you've hurt your own feelings. That's it, you give up - you're worthless. Lift yourself up again. Now you're desperate. You write a resignation note. Put all your stuff in a box. Start an emotional bi-polar yoyo:manic-depressive-manic-depressive-manic... and suddenly.. it happens!!!!
You've seen the light! The BIG idea has just landed on your desk as a ripe fruit to do with as you please.
You pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming. You feel a knot in your stomach (and not because you haven't eaten for 2 days). You circle around the idea like a fighter in a ring, making sure it doesn't escape. You sprint to the Creative Director's desk. You run to the smug VP. You chant the usual meaningless war slogans. You already see yourself at the Cannes Lions festival asking yourself who will be the first to lift the lion high above everybody's heads... The Creative Director?!! No Shit!! It is MY idea! The director is willing to run with it. The VP is repeating the jokes that come with the job: "So you finally started doing something around here...." You say to yourself: "The moment I waited for is here. It is finally here!" The big idea is on it's way! A creative guy's dream come true!!
And then you wake up.