For as long as I can remember, which is as far back as the mid 1960s, I’ve written for my own pleasure or amusement, or for the enjoyment of others. I first appeared in print at the age of 12 or thereabouts when I had a short story published in a book about haunted houses and I’ve written ever since, becoming more prolific as the years have gone on. Over the last decade, a torrent has come from me that I would estimate comprises of something like 2,000,000 words in the form of essays, short stories and something like 5 books, not to mention a deluge of verse, while this verbal outpouring shows no sign of coming to an end.
I’m aware of the existence of writer’s block, but I find it unfathomable, because I cannot so much as glance at a bare sheet of paper, newly-started Word document or email without being filled with the urge to write. Barely a day goes by without me making extensive notes about a lyric, a verse, an essay or a book, so it is perhaps little wonder that Keats’ lines “When I have fears that I may cease to be, before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain…” come to mind with increasingly frequency.
Many years ago, however, it dawned on me that I was very good at something that many other people struggle very badly with, something that you might call reputation enhancement or public relations. I realised that I could see the good and appealing points of an individual, group or cause, just as others could, but that I could promote these virtues to their very best effect. I did this either by advising them on how best to present themselves or else by writing for them, but never under my own name, working always to the principle that “It’s amazing what you can achieve when you don’t mind who gets the credit”.
While it follows that I never receive any public recognition for this, it’s intensely gratifying for me to glance at the news feed on my Facebook account and to see numerous people, causes and companies who have taken off and flourished as a result of my assistance, while I see this elsewhere in the wider world as well. The frustration I feel when it comes to computer and internet technology is echoed in countless places elsewhere by those who don’t know how to go about promoting themselves or their wares, while this dissatisfaction is inevitably heightened by the sheer vastness of the internet and their inability to make any impression on it. Just like everything else, from solving IQ puzzles to publishing on Amazon, it’s ludicrously simple when you know how to do it.
I suppose that all this means this is likely to be my last post here, unless some dramatic and presently unforeseen development takes place, so until that uncertain time, thank you to all those who have been so good as to *like* what I’ve posted here and I’ll leave you to your enjoyment of writing by others elsewhere on the internet, whether it concerns Stonehenge, the ‘Game of Thrones’ currently being played by figures behind the scenes or any other subject that engages and delights you.
“Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit”.