I’ve taken a pretty decent break from Twitter. A lot of my writer-ly friends hang there and hidden in the trenches of #WritingCommunity and various other self pub hashtags and crying about being an indie writer, the common thing that…

I was lucky to sit down have a consultation with the man himself, Ben Settle. Ben is like marmite as they say here in the UK. You either love it or your hate it and the same goes for him.…

I gave myself a little talking to today. “Sit down. Wipe the Cheeto dust off your fingers if you must. We gotta talk.” Me to my 18yo self basically. As much as I could go back to my younger self…

You know the drill. You’re sitting there, staring at the blinking cursor. The coffee’s cold, your brain feels like a sad lump of potato salad left out at a barbecue, and the only thing you’re creating is a growing sense…

Heading into a nice little sun filled weekend. I just wanted to take the time to say thank you and how much I appreciate you taking the time out of your day to read and reply to my shenanigans. I’ve…

Check this headline out “Netflix will show generative AI ads midway through streams in 2026″ Netflix (and every other corporate shytlord) is doubling down on ways to distract you, monetise your attention, and make “content consumption” your default state. Meanwhile,…

So a few days ago I wrote about watching some of the classic Final Destination movies. And tonight I thought I’d treat myself by taking myself on a date to watch the new Final Destination Bloodlines… Let me tell you.…

So we all get caught chasing micro hits of dopamine while doomscrolling our way through another social media hellscape of the day… Similar to how a rat would inside of a Skinner box except the box is your phone, and…

Hey you. Yes, you. The one reading this post instead of working or whatever… I get asked this occasionally and so I thought I’d just give you the down and dirty way of making coins on the internet. And like…

Here’s how you can build a “voice” so entertaining even your inner critic will shut up and listen… But first let’s hit a little truth. Not everyone’s born with the electric charm of a stand up comic. (R.I.P George Carlin)…

As you know I’m always on the lookout for creatives who love their craft. David Viergutz aka The Master of Malic doesn’t disappoint. Side mission: During the 2020 lockdown I started a $5 letter. I’d write anything and mail it…

You ever get that itch? Not the “should probably see a doctor” kind. But the one where you want something gloriously dumb, gory, and absolutely unapologetic in its pursuit of fun? Yeah. Here comes Clown in a Cornfield. Cause sometimes…

Pull up a chair. Wipe off the mysterious pub goo first, unless you want to lose a hand to the sticky abyss. Settle in, because I’m about to drop a couple truth bombs with the grace of a Final Destination…

When you’re online. Your life is usually run by some internet algorithms force fed into your eyeballs on whatever platform you use. They’re cleverly tailored to the posts we interact with, the things we share and where exactly we’re interacting…

We’ve all been there… Brain turned to lukewarm, lumpy potato slop, thoughts dribbling through your mental colander like sad, watery starch. You’re staring at a blank page that’s staring back with all the silent judgment of a disappointed parent. The…

I’ve been on a Hemingway kick again and so I thought I’d write a little prose the way he would’ve… I think I nailed it but hey, it’s the message that counts. On Sensitivity Don’t apologise for being sensitive. It’s…

So I’m sitting here in my Vader socks (the ones with the little capes on the back) and my ancient Empire Strikes Back t-shirt that’s barely holding together, thinking about what Star Wars has meant to me over the years.…

I don’t very often get sucked into vidyagame But while taking some time off. I got sucked into Days Gone and today I needed to write about it. And if you know me, you know how I get with these…

“You did it. You’ve finally scaled the Everest of modern technobullshit… Inbox Zero. And not the fake kind, where you just archive everything and hope no one notices. No. You fought the beast. You unsubscribed. You purged. You deleted.” This…

Today your favourite degenerate is in mourning over Twitter. POLITICO wrote a magically glorious meltdown piece about about Elon Musk’s hostile takeover. Sorry, “acquisition” of Twitter. Some people call it “X,” if they’re feeling masochistic. But holy mother of slow…

It’s that time of the year when I get some blood work done. Just to make sure everything is ticking over and still working. One thing I never tested before was Testosterone. And so today I found out that the…

One of my favourite marketers/guru’s are moments away from taking their group and nuking it. Why? No engagement. It’s all bullshit though. Engagement exists. It’s just been microwaved into a soggy, dopamine starved husk by the brain rot hordes. (You…

Hey man. It feels like yesterday when we were going on about that stupid dress. Now here’s another fun little debate that’s popped up on the ‘ol internets… And Look, I know we usually talk about real stuff. Like your…

Picture this… it’s midnight, I’m three cold slices of pizza deep (still greasy, still judgmental), and I decide to check out this new series. The Bondsman. Why? Because Kevin Bacon. Because I have a soft spot for undead weirdness and…

I posted this on the old book of faces and thought it would be of value to my favourite people… It’s also one of the most underrated ways to get higher quality people into your world too. And as you…

Today was one of those days where I was supposed to do some research for a character I’m developing and well shit… It didn’t happen because I got sucked into the comment section of some youtube/reddit thread hole. I’ve popped…

Sometimes you need to shut off and do a little of what the kids call bed rotting. Stay in bed. Watch trash and eat pizza. I’ve done a little bit of that today but when it comes to movie time.…

12 months ago I wrote a “think piece” on the decline of the literary bloke which went hand in hand with what Will wrote. 12 months later I’m back. To be a Judge-y McJudgerson because there’s a big fat digital…

This is your official, gold embossed, glitter bombed invitation to leave. To get the hell out. To dropkick whatever sad, soul sucking scenario is gnawing at your ankles like one of those little rabid shit chihuahua’s that have mainlined a…

Many moons ago I was a programmer. Some would say hacker because of the work I used to do. I was just a dude who looked at terrible code and logic and then simplified it. Just like in writing. I…