How To Write! New Video Series for Creative Writers.

Eagle-eyed regulars may have noticed that I've been busy creating a new series of short videos on my YouTube channel. Grouped together as a Playlist with the self-explanatory title of "For Writers", these videos are aimed at...well, writers. New writers, mainly; though I hope the practical advice they share may interest, (or amuse), more experienced writers too.

I've been having fun making these short films, anyway. I've gone for informative yet light-hearted quirkyness, with strong visuals.

I've also created new thumbnail images for each of my Playlists, although since doing this I've been told I should have chosen one font and used this for them all. Oh well, no matter what you do there's always a self-appointed expert eager to tell you that you've done it all wrong. The "correct" way is to create a visual similarity so each Playlist is recognisably related to the other. Hmm... How would that work in practice, seeing as each of my Playlists is for a different subject?

But I've apparently done that all wrong, too. A YouTube channel should have only one niche subject, according to the experts. Rather like blogs, actually; but this one, (the one you're reading right now!), has always covered various subjects and it's still here, still surviving after all these years, and there's a regular bunch of readers, so....!

Anyway, I invite you to watch a few of my new vidoes - and they truly are very short ones - and let me know what you think. If you're on YouTube please subscribe to my channel, as this helps hugely with the algorithms which enable other people browsing the site to find my work.

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