This is, I must remember, a PR sort of blog, so I must say nothing about our clients, and be generally incredibly polite. This will be a tremendous struggle for me – maybe I should start the official version of the blog – using the business’s real name for PR purposes, and put the real stuff here., A samizdat blog perhaps – but eventually the powers that be would get hold of it and find out my inner blog life… and then I would have to go to corporate Siberia…
Fortunately, as this is a start-up, we have only one official client so far, and two in the offing (meetings pending). And our client are cool – this is because it is a two-person outfit, hence deviation from grammar, which I think I might indulge in in this blog since I have to be so damn perfect about it the rest of the time. Also, although I am a naturally fluid and almost flawless writer, I usually edit things before I send them, and these days I don’t have time to edit my own things, so this will be a wartz and all blog, and if I ever attract any readers they can be assured that pedantic comments will already have been anticipated and will be otiose due to my own natural command of the English language.
Oh no – now I’ve lost all the people who hate arrogant prats… such a loss, and it would include myself no doubt were I confronted with the above paragraph in another blog.
Apparently blogs are no fun unless they are visited by people, and the reason I am doing this blog is (a) to practice writing one, because my client wants one… and (b) because I need to apparently, according to my friend A, a freelance journalist. She says I should use it to recount my publishing adventures.
What adventures? So far have had enthusiasm about my unpublished novel, A Formative Year, from 3 agents, and one gave me the daft idea that she was taking me on – which led to a sequence of events and emotional activity that would have provided a very good sequel to the novel itself.
But I digress (I will, you know). Our PR company was set up on 17th September, but has not yet gone public. That was the date of our first meeting with an agenda. We decided to do it because we were unemployed and no one had a PR & Marketing company in this area – or not a proper one anyway.
We had both been turned down for jobs at the local economic regeneration project (an Art Gallery) – I’ve never quite worked out how this works. If you put an art gallery or a concert hall in a place with a largely C2D population with very low levels of educational attainment somehow the place becomes mysteriously bourgeois as a result of the redemptive powers of art. I suspect this is because lots of said bourgeoisie move there – displacing disgruntled natives, hanging out in coffee shops and bistros, starting delis, cake companies and PR consultancies… and how exactly has this helped the educational attainments of the local population, or improved the lot of people with only manual labour skills in an area where there is very little manual labour? (except on the land, which is apparently (according to local judgment, I cannot vouch for it myself) beneath their dignity, because they have a BTEC in Sports Science or Travel & Tourism, and therefore are much too good to pick cauliflowers.)
Have you worked out whose side I’m on yet? No? Good. Must go and get the supper sorted out.