Category: Words

Voice is always an interesting topic that rears its ugly head in the writer community. It’s not the kind you use to order tacos or argue with your cat though… A writing voice is what I’m talking about. That slippery fucker that’s either hiding under your…

YOU’RE HUNGRY. Not the oh-shit-I-forgot-lunch kind of hungry. The kind that gnaws. The kind that starts in your gut and climbs your spine like a rat with a meat cleaver. You haven’t eaten in three days. Not since the power grid coughed up a hairball and…

Back in 287-212 BCE, our boy Archimedes of Syracuse was famously associated with having insights while having a bath. According to the well-known story, he discovered a method for determining the purity of gold while taking a bath. He noticed that water displaced when he entered…

January. That temporal dumpster fire that felt like it lasted approximately 74 years while simultaneously disappearing faster than my will to wear pants. Let’s be honest… January was rougher than gas station coffee. It came in hot with its “new year, new me” propaganda, then proceeded…

I get this asked on occasion and it’s nothing new. And a lot of people who start off, believe they can build whatever it is they want and people will come. Yes, that can happen but it’s unlikely and it’s making you rely on luck, instead…

And no. I’m talking about today when Mother Nature decided to give me the worst blow job of my life, and no, not THAT kind… Get your minds out of the gutter (where, coincidentally, I nearly ended up.) Let me paint you a picture of pure…

Remember being five? When nap time was basically child torture and you fought it like a squirrel monkey hopped up on Pixy Stix and revenge? Yeah… NOW LOOK AT US. We’re out here trying to function like proper grown-ass humans while our brain-processors are running on…

Picture this… You’re lying in bed, chest tight like you’re being crushed by a metric ton of unread notifications, skin doing that weird clammy-not-clammy thing like you’ve just mainlined eight espressos and fat line of regret. Your phone’s throwing numbers at you faster than an accountant…

Deadlines, documents and word counts have been the common theme for over a week. The idea of going gently into 2025 was but a dream… Although I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world (Except for unlimited Coffee + Krispy Kreme’s for life…maybe) My editor…

Listen up. Life ain’t all warm mugs of cocoa and perfectly roasted marshmallows. Oh no, sometimes life is that wind-whipped frost right off the top of the mountain and it stings like a motherfluffin’ sonofabiscuit. Sometimes, in this hell scape we’re treading, that giant snowball you’ve…

Here’s a little monster of a manifesto, all jangly bones and loud squawks, just for you. I was asked about why I write and I always meet that answer slightly differently because it’s forever evolving. So let me tell you something true. A bit of real…

England. November 2012. The kind of day where the sky pisses misery and the clouds look like they’re having an existential crisis. Because of course it is. Because England. I’m feeling fine. Absolutely fine. This is important because spoiler alert… I was absolutely not fine. My…

Sometimes we need to deep-dive into the art of documenting our murderous impulses… We all have bad days. And this is purely for a creative point of view and a little exercise that’ll unstuck your brain meats. So grab a coffee, pen, piece of paper or…

Alright, It’s early. I haven’t even had breakfast yet and well… …grab a seat and pour yourself something strong, We’re about to dive into some real talk before the birds wake up. The kind of talk that might make you squirm a little, but that’s okay.…

Alright, slide that glass over here, and let’s get into it. You know the drill. Whiskey that smells like burnt jet fuel, a bar that’s seen better days, and you and me trying to figure out how to survive this weird, wonderful life as artists in…

Parkinson’s Law is a ruthless bitch. “Work expands to fill the time available for its completion.” Sounds elegant, right? It’s a fancy way of saying we’re all professional procrastinators For years, I fed myself the same excuses I need more time to polish this, I need…

“Trustage.” Yes, it’s a made-up word and if you just rolled your eyes, congratulations, you’re already in the club of people who understand that all words are made up anyway. (Seriously, someone just pointed at a tree one day and said, “That’s a tree,” and we…

As artists we’re always looking to spread the word of our creative gospel. It’s also no easy feat to get your friends, fans and followers to evangelise your work. Now generally speaking I’d like to think that we’re fairly passionate about not starving as creatives. Hell,…

So there I was this morning, staring at my blank screen like it had personally insulted all of my family, when I realised something. My brain is a treacherous little shit that likes to build fortresses of doubt faster than medieval engineers on crack. You know…

Writing is alchemy. You take the base metals of thought. Those raw, clunky nuggets of feeling, idea, and observation and through the weirdest, most mystical process, you turn them into something golden. Words. And words? Words are power. They’re not just squiggly lines on a page…

Today we’re weaponising nostalgia like a memory merchant dealing in pure, uncut feelings. Sometimes we go back to the good ol’ days. And we bust out the things that have been deeply rooted in our minds that take us back down memory lane. Case in point.…

*aggressively mainlines sixth coffee while arranging brain fragments in murder shed* Put down that pristine writing manual and back away slowly, because we’re about to commit premeditated murder on the concept of “proper writing.” Let me inject this truth directly into your creative bloodstream. Writing like…

Writer’s block. The big, bad monster that haunts every writer’s nightmares. Or so we’re told. It’s this mythical beast, this eldritch horror, this ancient curse whispered about in coffee shops and Twitter threads. “Oh, I have writer’s block,” someone says, and everyone nods solemnly like they’ve…

Yes I nearly died (An over exaggeration obviously) But I had to venture out.Out in to the chilly wild. So there I was, staring out my murder shed window at what can only be described as Mother Nature's dandruff attack on our little town here in the UK,…

I'm about to tattoo some truth onto your souls, and like that time you tried to give yourself a stick-and-poke at 2 AM (we've all been there), this is gonna sting. First off, let's talk about those "New Year, New Me" posts flooding your timeline like a…

Oh, sweet baby formatting Jesus, look at this shiny, precious thing.  A formatting feature in Facebook groups?  Oh, the possibilities! It’s gonna be amazing for writing posts. I’m practically drooling, imagining perfectly spaced lines, clean breaks between paragraphs, the kind of formatting that’d make Helvetica weep. And…

aggressively sips first coffee of 2025 while organising chaos manifestos in the murder shed We’re about to turn this year into something that makes 2024 look like a practice run at life. First off, let’s talk about what we’re leaving behind in 2024: – Self-doubt (that…

You’re probably familiar with the proverb, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” That’s true. But here’s the real kick in the teeth. Taking that first step means jackshit if you’re walking in circles. Let’s be honest. You’ve started projects, built worlds,…