Your thing bombed. That project you poured your soul into? Crickets. That post you thought was brilliant? Tumbleweeds. That creative risk you finally worked up the courage to take? It blew up in your face and now you don’t want to risk anything anymore. Your anxiety is telling you this means something catastrophic about your…

Remember In Time? That mental Justin Timberlake movie where everyone stops aging at 25 and time becomes currency? People literally die when their clock runs out. The rich hoard centuries while the poor scramble for minutes. That’s essentially the plot without many spoilers. I’m watching it again tonight and it got me thinking. Given immortality,…

(This ended up being another one of those thick boi emails but I’m not gonna apologise for it) I know what I’m about to say next sounds manipulative as hell, but stick with me because understanding this shit is the difference between being a starving artist and being an artist who can actually pay rent.…

A couple of times a week I get asked about how to get good as an hired pen. Now like most writing advice. This is not gospel but I’m just gonna let it fly. I know what I’m going to say next is cliché as fuck, but it has to be said because it’s true…

But you’re here anyways… This will be a shorter email and I’m just gonna be giving one of my favourite artist of late, a little lovin’ on his work… You think you know what it means to have your retinas assaulted by pure, unfiltered creativity? Let me introduce you to Warpsol. A good dude who…

You’re still reading my words. We all know attention spans have been chopped up and fed to those robot overlords like some sort of sacrifice. Yet you’re still here reading my sentences that take longer than seven seconds to process. Engaging with ideas that can’t be compressed into a TikTok or summarised in a tweet…

You know that phrase, right? Sure. Absolutely. I’m totally on board with that universe wisdom type shit. …except for the part where the reason is apparently that the universe has the sense of humour of a drunk toddler with a YouTube channel and access to your credit card. Let me paint you a picture here.…

or burn it to the ground, both outcomes beat slow death. So you’ve got words stuck in your throat like broken glass. The conversation you’re not having. The one that makes your stomach do that thing. You know the thing… where it feels like you swallowed a nest of angry wasps and they’re all trying…

I said I was going to put together an ever growing document of things I enjoy looking at. From literature, quotes, art and everything in between. A little doc to scroll through instead of getting stuck in the scroll hole that is social media. I’ve always been told to share and create things that I…

The internet feels like a dumpster fire that someone keeps pouring gasoline on. Every platform is optimised for outrage. Every algorithm rewards anger. Every comment section turns into a battlefield where nuance goes to die. Your feed is probably 90% people screaming about things that make your cortisol levels spike before you’ve even finished your…

Look around. You don’t need me to read the headlines to you. Hell, you’ve seen the videos. Violence. Death. Anarchy. All normal now, which is wild. When everything has gone to shit. I sometimes think to myself if books are really still worth reading or writing. They are. I mean we get stuck doomscrolling, thumb…

The world’s on fire. Again. Still. Forever, it seems like, and you’re sitting there scrolling through the ninth circle of social media hell wondering if maybe, just maybe, you should delete everything and go live in a cave somewhere. I get it. Christ, do I get it. I spent most of the day offline and…

Alright, gather ’round. Alex Becker dropped a banger of a post on FB today. A little bit of truth that most people will scroll by while they’re sitting on the toilet pretending their 9 to5 isn’t slowly murdering their soul. He showed the world his cringe origin story. His $200 a month bedroom, talking to…

[A love letter to myself] Listen up, brother. We need to talk. You and me. Man to man. Human to human. Whatever the fuck to whatever the fuck. Society’s been playing three card Monte with our emotions for decades, and guess what? The house always wins. Always. Has. Always. Will. You know the script… “Be…

I remember writing, as if the only thing I needed to do was impress my professor… I used words that required a dictionary and a philosophy degree. Paragraphs that said in fifty words what could be said in five. I thought complexity meant intelligence. I was wrong. Funny thing though is, we get taught to…

About an hour ago I ventured out in to the wild to grab a coffee from my favourite little cafe down the road. There’s football on, so generally this little town is dead while everyone’s packed together at the stadium about 20 mins away. On my way home from grabbing the caffeinated goodness, I thought…

Of Mice and Men and Grapes of Wrath are arguably John Steinbeck’s greatest contribution to the world of writing. And there was a quote he left behind when people asked him about being a great writer or on becoming a great writer. I always re-read it when I’m feeling as if my brain just decides…

This was gonna be a day to nerd out hard. 7 years of waiting. Silksong was supposed to launch… Us gamer nerds have been waiting for 7 years. Keeping an eye on the devs and seeing if they dropped any clues. I fell for it completely. Woke up early, cranked out 5,000 words before most…

That’s right. One decision. The decision that moves the needle forward in whatever it is you’re pursuing. I was asked last year what it mean to me, when it came to being an artist. Now that can be a complex answer in itself. Except for me now, it’s about being able to do the type…

So today I was up a lot earlier than usual. Today was going to be the day where I was going to be super productive. Except, I spent it reading old comics. Scrolling for spicy memes to add to my ever growing collecting, while bullying bullies on Twitter. Now I’m writing this silly little email…

“I shall suppose … that some malicious demon of the utmost power and cunning has employed all his energies in order to deceive me. I shall think that the sky, the air, the earth, colours, shapes, sounds and all external things are merely the delusions of dreams which he has devised to ensnare my judgment.”…

So a couple of my writer buds on Twitter posed a bit of question to the group over the last week. The essence of the question that came up was: “How do you keep writing when people think you’re 100% using AI now?” So I went to one of those all in one AI detector…

Picture this… You sit down to write your novel. You crack your knuckles, open that blank document, and then your brain immediately starts its greatest hits collection of self doubt. “This is going to take three months. Maybe six. Maybe a year. Then you need to find an agent. Good luck with that. I heard…

‘Tis my Birthday. I’ve survived another year. As I’ve gotten older I just have a grateful appreciation to still be here on this earth. Today has been a day of laziness. I waited for a few books to arrive. A nice meal to be had. And a little later I’ll be watching The Thursday Murder…

Been binge watching the Fallout series and there’s this scene that made me pause mid bite of my sandwich. I mean it was a damn good sandwich and I rarely stop when I get going… Ella Purnell’s character Lucy. This impossibly optimistic vault dweller… …emerges from her underground paradise into the wasteland above. She’s been…

Sometimes the best productivity hacks come from pure accident and desperation. Just over 12 months ago, I did something spectacularly stupid. Closed my MacBook lid down on the charger cable. You know that satisfying click when the laptop shuts? Yeah, that turned into an expensive crunch as the screen cracked like a spider web. Fuck.…

Something was definitely in the water this morning. I wake up, grab my coffee, make the classic mistake of checking Facebook while my brain’s still soft and undefended. Big fucking error. It’s like I stepped into some alternate dimension where everyone decided today was the day to settle scores and flex their intellectual superiority. People…

As promised. I’ve always said I’m going to do some more quick audio snippets. So here’s the next short little ramble. It’s more about my process and how you can use it too if you’re interested. Go here if you wanna listen https://stphnwlkr.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/08/prolificnessness.mp3 If not. The regularly scheduled emails will continue tomorrow. I’m heading out…

John Kennedy Toole put a bullet in his brain in 1969. Thought his manuscript was garbage. Thought the world didn’t want to hear about Ignatius J. Reilly… This sweating, farting, medieval philosophy obsessed manchild who rails against modern society from his masturbation stained bedsheets in New Orleans. (The rejection letters piled up) His mother, god…

I came across this quote and if you let it. It might slap you across the face and give you a different way of looking at things… “What a beautiful gift it is to hit rock bottom. To be stripped of any and all pride, ego and false responsibility. To be left with nothing but…