If you go looking for William Essexes online, you'll find at least eighteen of us. Two of the others will be me, although I notice that only one of them has current contact details, and several of the rest will sound like they might be me.
Go to Google, and you will find that William Essex the enamel painter died in 1869, in Brighton*. He was predeceased by William Essex the son of Thomas Essex of Lambourn in Berkshire, who died in 1548 (on my birthday).
There's also William Essex the "freelance writer, editor, journalist and occasional broadcaster", who was me once, and there's the William Essex who introduces Automated Trader magazine, who was me in a previous life. I'm all over YouTube, interviewing people mainly at trade shows (previous life, etc.), but that's another William Essex who wrote From Below and Slime. When the e-time came There are thirteen professionals named William Essex who use LinkedIn for their networking, and yes, I am the author of a book called What do Mummy and Daddy do while YOU are asleep? although that's now out of print. I once wrote a "bestseller" (said its publisher) called E-Commerce In Retail Banking. That was 1999; somebody had to do it. If you've come here because you heard me give a reading, you might like to know that some of those stories are collected together into a single narrative under the title The Journey from Heaven. The painting in the attic No, I don't have a daughter named Winifred, and I didn't start my martial arts journey at the age of four. You're confusing me with William Essex - and perhaps you're also confusing him with William Essex. He was the one who painted Sir Walter Scott. Somewhere out there is a wandering William Essex who also owns a portrait that doesn't age (or does, to get the reference right) and maybe knows all about parallel-universe theory. Time passes, my namesake. * I didn't. That was William Essex. "In 1839, William Essex was appointed Enamel Painter in Ordinary to Princess Augusta, Queen Victoria and HRH Prince Albert." So says this website. 1862 was clearly a good year for us, and wow, what a job title.
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About Me
I’m left-handed. I like the sound of trees. I live alone in a terraced cottage overlooking the sea.
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About My Books
Titles, details, where to find them. Oh, and cover pictures. All brought together in one neat web page.
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Dear Diary
Well, this is obviously the blog page. I write here (ir)regularly as well as at williamessex.medium.com. Also occasionally at Substack, which does Twitter better than X does.
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