People can smell insincerity just like that. You NEED to build trust without coming across like a sleazy car salesman who bathes in cheap cologne. It reminds me of that scene from Matilda when Danny DeVito rolls back the odometer. We don’t need to do any of that shady shit to get our warez out…

I’m not saying we should commit grand theft auto Although it would be cool if we didn’t have worldly responsibilities to stick to. Listen, I’m talking about your writing, not your neighbour’s Prius (though Mrs. Henderson really should stop parking in your spot.) This is one of the truths a writing mentor of mine tried…

I’m not gonna make you jump some hoops like you’re donning a robe. I mean robes cool and all that but personally I prefer comfort. Sweat pants and a shirt are my go to get up. Anywho. As creatives we are all doing the same thing in one way or the other. Whether we’re writing…

It’s not every day that I watch a series and my eyeballs are glued to the screen, not wanting to miss a beat. But I’m the type of nerd who will sit and break down what makes an episode of a show, a movie or even a few sentences in a book stand out like a…

It’s in the way your cat’s whiskers twitch while she plots your murder when you’re fast asleep. It’s in that mysterious stain on the ceiling that looks like Abraham Lincoln making out with a dolphin. What am I talking about? How to come up with unlimited ideas and all of that fancy stuff…The prose. Your…

It’s cold here in England and Black Friday offers usually start way sooner than the 29th. I’m sipping on a nice hot tea and it got me thinking. Neediness applies to everything but I’m gonna give you a little bit of a scoop when it comes this here writing thing… So whether you need to…

I didn’t give Irvine Welsh the love he deserves yesterday, so I’ll open with little quote from his short story The Acid House “— Skanko n Leanne’s suppose tae be gittin engaged, she said, — that’s what ah heard anywey. This statement, though it elicited no response from Coco, sparked off an interesting line of…

I’ve been on a health kick of late and before you block me. Hear me out.Steak, 4-6 eggs, loads of pink Himalayan salt and water (Distilled or bottled I’m not that precious)Cutting out the carbs and dairy and it’s been tough.I call it the Toxic Masculinity Diet and the name is just purely for entertainment…

Ooooh boy it’s been non stop lately. THE DEATH OF TWITTER BLUESKY!!! THE KILLER OF THE MOST TOXIC SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM ON THE INTERNET!!! (Sorry 6 exclamation marks in a single email. I think I’ve used up my exclamation mark quota for the next 3 years) Now that the dust has kinda settled in regards…

Here I am, slipping and sliding on the ice outside.The mercury has dropped below 0 during the time of me writing this. My hands in my hoodie pockets balled into fists so tight you could see the whites of my knuckles. If I was squeezing any tighter I’m sure the flesh would’ve torn as I hobbled along…

Which sucks, but is needed to hear. Every spectacular failure we’ve had, and every dumpster fire in our world is – plot twist – our own fault. So I’ve been thumbing through Extreme Ownership by Jocko Willink For the 4th time and honestly when you look at it this way… When the proverbial doo doo…

It was a proverbial black leather boot to the face. Well not literally… I’ve been working on a series of posts that break down the psychology of what we’ve been witnessing over the last few months… It was all tied to the election period in the good ol’ U S of A. It was nicely…