While I was doing my Monday post, I was thinking. I know that’s where my problem started, of course. As I was reread on the Greeks a slight tingle of annoyance moved through me. It happens even to evil masterminds like me.
I looked at Aristotle’s credentials and though this man was no bum. Okay, okay I’m understating to illustrate a point. And what is that you ask? Maybe, you didn’t but read on.
Authors hear everywhere they go not dilute thier brand. Write one genre they tell us. Yes, the big ‘they’. Evidently, the person mentoring Aristotle didn’t get the memo. You might of heard of him a Mr. Nobody by the name of Plato, who failed to mention this to poor Aristotle as his writing cover many subject: physics, metaphysics, poetry, theater, music, logic, rhetoric, politics, government, ethics, biology, and zoology. Which by the way is no surprise because Plato was taught by an even bigger slacker by the name of Socrates. I’m totally hearing Bill and Ted right now. A side effect of an over active imagination.
Thank the heavens that we flashed forward from 469 BC–399 BC to 2010 and someone has figured out writing in multiple genres dilute name recognition of an author. As most of us authors would be bumbling about in our ideas and self-righteous indignation about why we can’t write whatever whim catches our fancy. After all there a distributers and bricks a mortar stores to consider and shelf placement. And who the heck are Aristotle, Plato and Socrates anyway?
Where can I find myself a scribes and access to the world. Oh, that’s right they call that the internet. I wonder if that isn’t the big hit.
My plot to take over the world thickens. Cue the theatrical evil laugh!!
Back to writing,
Darkness ♀♂ Desires