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…

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”…

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…

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…

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…

The social feeds are going to be FLOODED with “New Year, New Me” posts.So brace yourselves.Now for me. I like personal development. Growth is always a good thing.Doing the inner work is a must, even if it makes you curl…

Good morning comrades…Here’s a little post about why my online presence is basically North Korea.And why your social media presence needs to be run like a dictator’s fever dream.  You need to create a manifesto of some sorts, except it needs…

This is the regular end of the year talk about that mythological beast people call “writer’s block” That mind-fucking Medusa that’s allegedly turning your creativity into stone while your muse drinks Mai Tais in Maui with your motivation. PLOT TWIST:…

In 2025 we become chaos merchants. I’m about to channel Dylan Thomas through a megaphone made of pure creative warfare. “Do not go gentle into that good night” isn’t just poetry anymore. It needs to be a battle cry and…

There’s a MOUNTAIN OF CHEESE currently occupying my refrigerator like some kind of cultured terrorist organisation. The thing about cheese is, It’s like story ideas… You can never have too many, and some of them get better with age. Currently,…

*emotionally sips coffee while organizing gratitude notes written on gas station receipts* I’m about to get uncomfortably sincere for a minute (Which is like the second time this year), and we all know that’s not my natural state. This year…

aggressively sips eggnog-spiked coffee from murder shed We’re all slowly winding down a little before eating more roast potatoes and all of the Christmas-y foods… I need to tell you about the greatest Christmas violence since Hans Gruber fell from…

I’m about to tell you why the current state of marketing makes me want to throw my laptop into traffic while screaming Shakespeare insults at our digital overlords. The last year has been about as exciting as watching paint dry…

So today I woke up and my skull-computer is throwing up the blue screen of death. Not because there are actual worms up there (probably), but because gestures at everything THIS and points at calendar THAT have turned my neural…

Look, I get it. You’re a writer. Your natural habitat is behind a keyboard, preferably in a dark room, possibly pantsless (or is that just me?) The thought of showing your face or *gasp* SPEAKING makes you want to crawl…

Here’s how I cut through the noise without becoming another crypto-bro. A follow up to yesterdays email and why this can be VERY good for you… 1. KILL THE CORPORATE VOICE Stop sounding like a LinkedIn algorithm had a baby…

We need to talk about why telling the truth is about as effective as using a pool noodle to fight off brown bear on cocaine… spoiler alert: you’re gonna get your face eaten So for decades, honest business folks thought…

I’ve had this idea percolating in my brain for the last few months. I need a Big Hairy Audacious Goal The plan? Add at least another 5,732 new cult memb– I mean, newsletter subscribers in 2025. Why such a specific…

aggressively sips coffee while arranging psychology textbooks by how much they piss off my inner critic So I had a chat with a buddy of mine about art and that whole creative thing we subject ourselves to. It’s something we…

I do this once a year and they’re in no particular order but I’m a firm believer in re-reading great work. From non-fiction to fiction there might be something in here that’ll tickle your brain soup. Let’s go… PSA by…

So today in the endless parade of what-the-fuckery that is our modern hellscape… Funko. Yes, those merchants of dead-eyed vinyl nightmares decided to go full HAM on itch.io because their broken-ass AI copyright system can’t tell its digital ass from…

I’m about to get uncommonly sincere for a minute, so brace yourselves. Maybe grab a tissue. Or a bourbon. Or both. No judgment here. So there I was, having my usual 3 AM existential crisis about deadlines and word counts,…

So you’ve written some words, and somehow people started following you like you’re holding the last coffee bean on Earth. Congratulations! You’ve accidentally started a cult. Here’s how to lean into that power without becoming an actual megalomaniac: CREATE AN…

Aggressively slurps coffee while typing this from said murder shed It’s not a shed. It’s just a kitchen counter top but murder shed sounded cooler tbh. Okay so I woke up a little spicier than usual. Mainly because I’ve seen…

Okay, so here’s a little bit for my fellow inkmonkeys… I’m about to tell you a story that’ll prove why pure, unfiltered GRIT matters more than your fancy MFA when it comes to slinging sentences. This tale might just be…

“I never wrote a story in my life. What I did was, I would get an idea, and then I would put it on a piece of paper—a paragraph—so I wouldn’t lose it. And another idea would come, and I…

Haliey Welch aka Hawk Tuah aka spit on that thang girl is in some hot water. Now I don’t care much for crypto shenanigans and I can almost tell from this going out, that your eyes are rolling around the…

Sadly no drugs and no rock ‘n roll. Although as a ghostwriter I have “participated” in some of the weirdest markets out there. From adult toys, to niche gifts/vinyls that would get you cancelled, to what salad do you eat…