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 +…

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…

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…

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……

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…

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…

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…

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…

“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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

*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…

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,…

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…