Thursday, April 26, 2012
Some thoughts on Daniel Defoe.
He was the kind of person most agencies would crush under a sea of HR paperwork. He was also someone who was pretty much a major fuck up until he reached the age of 60. Two times a bankrupt. Two times in debtor's prison.
When he reached about the age of 63 however, until he was 69--just a year before he died, it's been estimated he wrote and published more than two-and-a-half-million words. He wrote "Moll Flanders." "Robinson Crusoe" and its two sequels. "Journal of the Plague Year."
To put that figure into context, I have been writing this blog for approximately the same amount of time as Defoe's crescendo. I write nearly everyday, sometimes twice or three times, have posted nearly 3,000 posts and have probably written only 250,000 words. One tenth of what Defoe was able to do.
And what I write ain't "Moll Flanders." (One of the greatest books ever-written. Especially if you like filth.)
At 54 I am an anomaly in the modern ad agency.
I am 30 years older than 25% of my agency. 20 years older than another 35% of my agency. And 10 years older than another 35%.
People think it strange to see me,"The Old Man and the Pen" still kicking, still fighting, still laughing.
They should, once in a while, think about Defoe.
Posted by George Tannenbaum at 7:52 AM