He’s staring at a virgin piece of paper laid out on the desk. His pen hovers over the blank sheet. Stumped, he leans back in his chair with a sigh. Smooths his hair and draws deeply on a cigarette. David Ogilvy, one of the best-known of the Madison Avenue ad men, said he was a “lousy copywriter”. “If all else fails, I drink half a bottle of rum and play a Handel oratorio on the gramophone,” he told one correspondent who asked for the recipe for good writing. “This generally produces an uncontrollable gush of copy. The next morning I get up early and edit the gush. ”
The printing press and movable type, the typewriter, the word processor and the internet have made it easier over the centuries to share the written word. They haven’t made it easier to write well. Having the means of publication is not the same as having an audience. The internet bulges with blogs with an audience of one: the writer. Poets and novelists hope to find an audience but can work to please themselves. But journalists and copywriters are paid to enlighten, engage or entertain and have failed if their work is unread. Likewise, bloggers. Read More »
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