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BEATNIK DESIGN

Weekly wisdom from award-winning designer Louise Bartlett. Weaving brand strategy, smart content systems & products with purpose into a format you’ll love: 3 ideas to grow your biz, 2 things I’m loving, and 1 thing to ponder. 💌

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what I actually spend my money on

Hey Reader It is muy scorchio out there. My fan is on overdrive, my laptop has practically melted on to my desk, and the plan I had for a big strategic issue this week melted with it. So this one is a summer edit. Lighter, shorter, entirely practical. Because here's what I actually believe: you are the engine of your business. And looking after the woman who runs the show is not a luxury. It's your infrastructure. So this week, the five things that are worth every penny in my world right now....
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the algorithm wants you human now

Hey Reader I'll be totally honest with you. This week has not been a great content week. Life had other plans, the plates have been spinning outta control, and something had to give. And then I read something that made me feel a whole lot better about it. The polished era of online content is ending. Like, properly ending. Audiences are walking away from perfect, AI-flavoured, guru-shiny content. They can smell it now. And the platforms are rewriting their algorithms to reward the human stuff...
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The sentence I didn't mean to say out loud

Hey Reader! It was the 17th of May, a Sunday, and I was on a call with a business buddy, when a hot flash arrived exactly the way they always do. No warning. My heart palpitating like crazy. I had to stop mid-sentence and just breathe through it. I was walking her through the second stage of a framework I'd built and hadn't even finished testing yet. The ROOT Framework. She was telling me, in that particular way people talk once they've stopped performing for the room, that she'd spent years...
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Forbes just noticed what I've known for years

Hey, Reader! Three headlines landed in my feed this week within about an hour of each other. Forbes, MediaPost, and AGEIST, all running some version of the same story: women over fifty are the most powerful, most overlooked founders in business right now. The invisible majority, one of them called us. How very dare they! I read all three with my tea going cold, and felt two things I wasn't expecting to feel at once. Vindicated, because someone in the mainstream is finally saying the thing out...
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Which content type are you avoiding?

Hey Reader I'm two weeks on from the Creator Live event and I'm still thinking about one thing. Not the 110k views I got from one post. Not the people I met or the amazing talks or the London air. Just this: three types of content. That's all there is. I heard it on the day and it stuck. I'm also coming to the end of a course I'm in with the Creator Live team, and I've been out with Benny every morning listening on my headphones, taking mental notes. This morning something clicked. Most of us...
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80k views. Here's what mattered.

Hey, Reader! I'm in a coffee shop right now, aptly named Life on High. The woman at the next table has a voice that goes straight through me, like it's found some nerve I didn't know I had. That's menopause life for you. Sounds that never used to bother me now feel painful.M y daughter's whine does it too. So do pots and pans clanking. It's the same raw, heightened feeling I remember from being pregnant, like someone turned the volume up on all of the high-pitched noises and forgot to tell...
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It's a million degrees and I'm teaching robots to do my admin

Hey, Reader! It is a million degrees outside. The kind of heat where the laptop fan sounds making loud noises, the dog has melted into a puddle on the wooden floor, and thinking in full sentences feels way too ambitious right now. 🔥 So I've been doing something that feels almost rebellious in a week like this: building little robots to do the boring bits of my business for me. Not in a grand, tech-savvy way. In a quiet, practical way. I've been teaching Claude to handle the repetitive jobs I...
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This. Changes. Everything.

Hey, Reader! I’m writing this from week three of an experiment I can’t stop thinking about. I’ve been working with a founder (a brilliant product strategist building something genuinely good for the world) who has the same problem nearly every founder has: she knows exactly what she wants to say, she just has no time to make it. Her strategy is sorted. Her content execution is quietly drowning her. So we’re building her a system. A custom Claude skill, trained on her brand voice, that...
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Yesterday I taught a police comms team how to handle nasty comments 👮

Hey, Reader! I'm writing this completely wiped out! Yesterday I spent the whole day with 24 people from the digital media and comms team at a police force in the southwest and it was so much more than "post more reels." We went deep. Which platform actually suits which audience, and which kind of content belongs where. What needs sign-off, and at what level, before anything goes out. How to handle mis- and disinformation before it runs away from you. And how to hold steady through a flood of...
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3 time-saving boundaries you'll want to borrow ⏱

Hey, Reader! At the start of this year, I moved my newsletter day from Thursday to Tuesday. The logic seemed sound at the time, I’d start the week strong, the newsletter would be sorted early and everything would be flowing. Reader, it has not flowed. Five months of scrambling to get this to you on time. Five months of mild Sunday dread. Five months of quietly wishing I hadn't touched what wasn't broken. So. Effective this week: we're back on Thursdays. Where we've always belonged, I think. I...