The secret diary of an ECD
Dear diary,
I found myself wondering, whilst waiting for my cold brew latte, what is an ECD? Is it nothing but a rearranged section of the alphabet that seems to be handed out to every pleb with a photoshop license?
Me? I’ve not opened photoshop for years...I’ve transcended such meagre tools and gone back to a typewriter, it’s the only thing that reflects the perfect purity of my psyche.
One of those enthusiastic puppy designers I hired introduced me to Game of Thrones the other day so I put a three day offsite workshop into my diary and binge-watched the whole thing to get up to date. Good character writing often presents the audience with players that mirror their own personalities to encourage emotional investment and right now, I’m the goddamn Khalissi, Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons.
From now on I am no longer an ECD. I am reborn from the ashes! I am The Architect of Hope, The Dreamer of Dreams, The Guardian of Truth in Creativity and the first of my fucking name!
Until next time, faithful companion
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is pure coincidence.
This diary chronicles the emotional dialogue of a giant of industry, known only to us as the ECD. Any views expressed within this diary belong to him/her, and him/her alone. As such we’ve decided to protect their identity so as not to restrict their creative spirit.
This week, our beloved ECD is contemplating the very essence of professional nomenclature in an attempt to clarify the job title, once and for all.