Are you trying Story Marketing?
I started reading this and was thinking, about the time she woke up feeling rested, wow this would be a great ad for these sheets! Lo and behold, it's an ad for sheets!! I'm not sharing for the sheets, but just because I thought about the marketing piece we all do. @Nina Pullella it's similar to what you did recently with how you got in to Ayurveda. I loved that post and was very drawn in to it! I'm thinking it would be a good way to capture our testimonials... maybe asking our clients for a testimonial and then writing short stories about them for those of us that like stories. I'm really curious about what other Pros think? Have you tried it? Tested it? Any feedback? Ideas on how else to use stories like this? Here is the story: (I deleted the link because AI google reviews suggested it MAY be fraudulent) My husband and I slept at his ex wife's house during a flood. We did it in her bed. And it saved our marriage. Last September, Bill and I were driving back from his mother's 80th birthday when the rain started. Not normal rain. The kind where you can't see the car in front of you and the highway turns into a river in twenty minutes. We pulled over twice. It got worse. By 9pm, the roads near our house were closed. Water over the bridges. No way home until morning at the earliest. Bill looked at his phone. Then at me. 'Sharon lives ten minutes from here.' Sharon. His ex wife. Married to her for six years before me. Divorced twenty years ago. They're civil. Christmas cards. Happy birthdays to the kids. She came to his mother's 70th birthday. Nice enough. But I'd never been inside her house. 'Bill, we are not staying at your ex wife's house.' 'Donna, the roads are closed. We're not sleeping in the car.' He called her. She said of course. Come over. Guest room is all yours. I sat in the passenger seat with my arms crossed like a teenager. 'One night,' I said. 'One night,' he said. We pulled into her driveway at 9:30. I checked my reflection in the visor mirror. No makeup. Hair pulled back. Wearing the oversized fleece and leggings I'd thrown on for a three-hour car ride to his mother's house.