Why Beach Thorncombe?
The shortest, simplest explanation?
Beach is just my pen name. A non de plume. A pseudonym.
An online representation of me that has been in use since September 1999, when I first created a public profile on a Mutual Friendship website.
We don’t use such terms today. Today, we call such sites social networks.
A longer, but just as valid, answer?
The net is a public domain network, meaning that anything placed upon it becomes visible to just about anybody on the planet. I made a shrewd and disciplined decision,(15 years ago), to ensure I would place a significant barrier between my online persona and my own, intimate personal life away from the world wide web.
It isn’t as if I have a major thing about privacy or security in any big way but, back then, I just thought it would be prudent to keep the net adjacent and at an arms length from fleshy land.
If you use Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Google+, Pinterest, Youtube or Spotify, (or any other major social network site), you have likely given away your soul and your self to some billion dollar company or another … and they have already harvested your I.D and lifestyle like a combine harvester bailing up plump, golden ears of grain,
The most interesting reason I have been using the Beach persona?
That reason has to do with commercial intrigue, internationally filed patents, (my alien like Gravity Technology), and my former, though brief time enjoying fame and celebrity as an entrepreneur, internationally acclaimed inventor and manufacturer.
It is a tale of Shakespearian magnitude complete with romance, adventure, a realised impossible vision … then tragedy … with the complete disintegration of my 20 year love story of a marriage.
I could also throw in chapters relating to mental illness, (Reactive depression, panic anxiety, Incubus, night terror and thoughts of self harm), before adding the Disney-like ‘Heroic Journey’ ending of eventually finding redemption, peace of mind and an entirely new version of myself.
Without Beach, I would have still successfully completed my commercial journey and realised my inventive opus but, without his creation, (when my world fell apart), I would not have survived to write these very words.
