Call Upon Me

 Image courtesy of Pixabay photographer  526663 .

Image courtesy of Pixabay photographer 526663.

Dear Diary,

I am The Skulking Glamazon—that’s just one of my many monikers—, but you can call me Hesper Rose. Although you may not know my name, I guarantee you know my work. I am arguably one of the best writers and strategists you have never heard of, and that’s by design. You see, you don’t know my name, because I don’t exist; for over a decade, I’ve been a professional ghost. 

Before you go and compare me to what you think you know about being a ghostwriter, or the fact that you “know someone who does what I do,” DON’T. I am not like other ghosts, and very few people can do what I do. The best summation of my professional life can be ascertained from lyrics—Siouxsie and The Banshees’ rendition of “Wheels On Fire”:

"If your memory serves you well, you’ll remember that you’re the one; that called on me to call on them, to give you your favors done."

When you find yourself in dire straits, The Skulking Glamazon is always looming near, and she can turn your situation around—time and time again. All you have to do is call upon her; she deals in the currency of words, ideation, and discretion. Let her be your Rumpelstiltskin—spinning the straw of common words into prose of gold. Don’t be fooled; words are still more powerful than you think. Words can be used to change perception—the hero is the villain, and the villain is Robin Hood. Words explain great ideas; close deals; irrefutably make your cases. Most importantly, words wield the power to build someone up, or bring them to their knees…

At the moment, I find myself in need of a change. I’ve been studying computer programming as part of an overarching 10 year career strategy that I’m in the midst of bringing to fruition; I also miss having my own voice as a writer. Play the game of Mr. Ripley long enough, and eventually, you really do start to forget who Tom is. For you philistines out there, that’s a reference to the film adaptation of the novel The Talented Mr. Ripley.

As I think about how I want the next volume of my life to read, I’ve come to realize that I don’t want it to be more of the same. I don’t want to feel trapped by my own career anymore. I suppose it’s what I deserve; sometimes we are the unwitting architects of our own Hell, and I’ve been a sinning whore—selling my talent. I put my heart and soul into everything I do, so although I didn't sell my body…well, I still sold myself; didn’t I? It’s no wonder I haven’t had anything worth saying in such a long time.

Let’s not end on a dour note though. Let us instead look toward the future. The Skulking Glamazon is no longer hiding in the shadows; she’s also learning new things, which has been quite fun; and, she’s facing an exciting new challenge—it’s not every day one gets to build their brand from scratch, and create a new identity for themselves. Can we rise to the occasion? I’d like to think so.

Now, why don’t you sit back, and let me tell you a story…next time. [Laughs]

-Hesper Rose, The Skulking Glamazon