tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18112981.post5977617930924361559..comments2023-11-02T06:36:39.574-07:00Comments on idle rebel: Rebellionharlequinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17005421103868968011noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18112981.post-79116212970585790622013-01-31T20:30:43.118-08:002013-01-31T20:30:43.118-08:00I understand this because I have been a ghostwrite...I understand this because I have been a ghostwriter (no-one understands any other expression) for 20 years. Again, at different times, I found myself to be different things. A gab writer, a spin doctor, a scribe, a spokesperson, at times the alter ego. <br /><br />On the one side is frustrated seeing 'noble' people's hypocrisy in the 'largeness' they expose in acknowledging their invisible 'image mentors'. On the other, it is intriguing to privately note and know that behind all greatness, is trapped a small insecure man or woman still wandering the 'who am I' desert.<br /><br />But going past the rebellion, I found a good subject matter for a fictional work, which I am now working on. Nonetheless, your blog has been a good space to ventilate.Karol's Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16700347271237349339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18112981.post-45802802889313738492013-01-31T20:22:11.794-08:002013-01-31T20:22:11.794-08:00I can quite understand this one.
Our works are an...I can quite understand this one. <br />Our works are an extension of us.<br />If my work tells the story of your work, it is still my own visualization, my own creation, my own child. No-one must take it away from me. At best, I may (may) tell you how thankful I am to you for the muse. Everything else is impersonation and theft.Karol's Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16700347271237349339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18112981.post-42903263182300756092013-01-30T02:22:57.876-08:002013-01-30T02:22:57.876-08:00I wish it did. The ghost writer is acknowledged as...I wish it did. The ghost writer is acknowledged as the writer not publicly, but at least by the commissioner. I pull words, images and ideas from an inarticulate mind. I sift through streams of thoughts to gather those worth putting down on paper. Yet to my commissioner the work is not mine, since it expresses the commissioner's mind. In her consciousness I am merely a scribe. The work is hers alone.harlequinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17005421103868968011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18112981.post-50044112310560189682013-01-30T00:39:55.226-08:002013-01-30T00:39:55.226-08:00That would make you a ghost writer. That would make you a ghost writer. Francis Thomashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16361764386865478263noreply@blogger.com