Cara Lucas is the Editor here at Fistful of Talent, and has been around the writing game for a couple of years in the magazine arena. She exists to make our writers sound great and read coherently—as well as produce videos, webinars, podcasts, and other media collateral on the fly for FOT. If you want to connect, you can hit her up on Twitter or LinkedIn, or email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
10.5 QUESTIONS WITH CARA LUCAS
1. The elevator just closed and you’ve got 30 seconds to pitch the random reader on who you are and why they should read your rants. Go…
Not into HR, whaaa? HR is life. If you’re into new media and real talk, you’re into HR. Trust.
I’m the editor at FOT… but I blurb around every now and then with a not-jaded-by-the-vets-yet perspective on HR—when my name’s pulled from the hat. Just kidding I have a content calendar and a flow chart. Like a grown adult.
2. Now for the mundane – break down your location, title, company/firm and what you do for a living…
I’m the Marketing Manager at Kinetix, the RPO firm for growth companies and the Editor here at Fistful of Talent. My fellow baller and career agent, Kris Dunn gave me the latter gig after Holland Dombeck decided to go big time. Don’t worry—she set the tone for me with her excellent Google Doc spreadsheet organization tactics.
3. One more question that everyone expects. What’s the reason you’re in this game? (why do you do what you do?)
I’m a thoroughbred creative with an eye for detail… plus I’ve been an editor—at a print magazine—before, so I know how to move the machine forward. I don’t let rules box me in, so I majored in… wait for it… waaait for it… Professional Writing. I know. But my mom still LMNMW (that’s kid talk for loves me no matter what). I also played college basketball, so I was—and still am—a walking contradiction. I like it that way.
Learning what makes people tick and simultaneously making things look pretty, coupled with being in a field that actually helps people find jobs—that’s what I like and it just so happens to be what marketing in the HR field is all about these days. #perfectfit
4. If you’ve ever been to a professional baseball game, you know batters from the home team get to pick their own theme music as they walk from the dugout to the plate. If we ever have a FOT convention, what theme music will you come out to to pump the crowd up and why?
It’s bubble gum, I know, but it’s on the radio now, so I’m going with it. I would come out to the chorus of Katie Perry’s “Roar. ”
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire, Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar, Louder, louder than a lion, Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar.
Why? Because I like cats. And people can relate to what the song’s about: overcoming obstacles. Don’t judge—it’s money. Plus I can use KD’s sound bite.
5. Let’s stick with the baseball theme. If you’ve ever been to a pro game, you also know that the visitor doesn’t get to pick their own music. The home team picks that for them, and it’s usually less than stellar, as a means of attempting to crush them. If you could pick theme music for your arch-rival to walk into a conference room to, what would it be and why?
Since we’re sticking with the baseball theme, I’m gonna stick with the pop culture theme, and give them YouTube megahit “What The Fox Say?”—a true piece of musical art and a philosophical tease. The cow goes moo, ducks go quack, but what does the fox say? Distract! Divert! Deter! That, my friends, is shiny ball syndrome at its best and is sure to get the crowd thinking about something else… or at least delay their intro.
6. Finish the following sentence – “When I’m interviewing, I can tell within one minute that this thing isn’t going to work out because _________…”
You can’t crack a joke. Or a smile. Or make eye contact. Also, if you can’t give any real life examples to demonstrate a skill. Also, if your mom drives you to the interview. Because that’s happened to me.
7. Name the actor/actress who will portray you in the movie about you. Why the heck is that a fit?
Keira Knightley, duh. We have the same British accent when I decide to have a British accent. Also, I’m a big fan of Jennifer Lawrence because she’s just cool and real… and southern.
8. List three of your favorite books to pander to the educated segment of our readership…
1. The Great Gatsby
2. The Kite Runner
3. The Poetry of Pablo Neruda (I’m deep like that, have been writing poetry since I was 12, and I minored in Spanish. Just some fun facts.)
9. List three of your favorite movies to connect with the segment of our readership that doesn’t like to read…
2. Talladega Nights
3. Pistol Pete (Finger-pad control, backspin, follow through (repeat)… He was #44, my basketball number from middle school through college.)
10. Let’s reach out to what remains of our readership. Who’s your favorite Old-School Rapper and why?
Old, old school, I’d go with Run DMC but it’s tricky (pun intended) because the first rap song I ever learned word for word is “Changes” by Tupac. He spoke straight but was as talented a poet as any. That song is a diary, a poem, a song, real facts, and a plea for help all at the same time—it moved me at 13 years old.
Are you bummed out yet? Moving on.
10.5. My first car was a <blank> and here’s how it defined who I am…
So, my parents wanted me to be safe, they said. It’s red like a sports car, they said. It will buy you freedom, they said. They were wrong—on all accounts.
My first car was a 1980-something red Ford Taurus, and I hated it from day one. Luckily for me, on day 30, all of my parents’ “persuasive” points on how awesome it was came crashing to a halt—as did I—at the hands of a blessed soul, angel of God who ran a stop sign and hit me, totaling my car and saving me from immortal, continued teenage embarrassment.
I was then gifted a ’93 black Honda accord with a sunroof, which instantly won me cool points with the friends, and I could let my hair wave in the wind like the star I was. Just saying… it worked out.
How does that define me? I probably will only ever buy foreign cars. Sorry, America.