There’s nothing like taking a day off to do absolutely nothing. The kind where you ignore work related email, clients, and the screaming urge of capitalism to binge Shameless until your eyeballs bleed whiskey. Although in this case it was just really strong coffee. And so any responsibilities and/or client work were ignored (Mainly cause…

Honestly I’m not even surprised at what happens in the world anymore. Here in the UK they’re just off the rails. There’s a flu going around again and it’s supposed to be BAD, like bird flu epidemic bad, but like anything to do with health. People will be affected by it one way or the…

I’m sure I’m not the only person whose thought about setting their whole world on fire and starting again. I mean I’ve done it before by packing up my life as a teen and changing countries multiple times. A bit much? Probably. Fun? Yes. Would I do it again? Yes. You don’t need to quit…

The Anti-Calendar isn’t a planner. It’s a brick through the window of what’s expected and if you go back to the 70s when the punk movement came about… This is punk but for your art. It’s a middle finger to the algorithm of what’s deemed normal in today’s society. You know? That greasy hamster wheel…

Me, 16ish, dumb as a box of hair. Armed with a pencil chewed raw by anxiety. A library book titled Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain (Betty Edwards, bless her witchy soul.) A crippling fear of failure. The book’s thesis? “Learn to see.” Not with your eyes. With your guts. Shut off the…

You’re not a “creative,” you say? Bullshit. Everyone’s creative. Somewhere deep in that skull-cave of yours, there’s a spark. A glimmer. A half-formed thought that smells like burnt toast and desperation… Start an email list. Why? Because social media is a goddamn carnival of lies. It’s all filters, flexes, and false fronts. Everyone’s curating their…

In 2020 Netflix released Korean black comedy called parasite. “The struggling Kim family sees an opportunity when the son starts working for the wealthy Park family. Soon, all of them find a way to work within the same household and start living a parasitic life.” It was a wild ride. Twists and turns you wouldn’t…

Let’s be clear right off of the rip. The internet used to be a playground for humans. Now? It’s a portfolio-packed dystopia of performative flexing. Everyone’s a CEO, a guru, a brand. (Boring. Exhausting. Lies.) We’ve turned social media into work media, and now the planet’s drowning in LinkedIn posts that taste like burnt toast…

PRE-EMPTIVE SPOILER WARNING (AKA “THE ETHICS CLAUSE YOU’LL IGNORE BUT SHOULDN’T”) This post is written like a rabid squirrel on espresso to mimic the greasy-fingered, soul-sucking tactics of marketers who treat humans like ATMs with hair. The profanity? The aggression? The deliciously manipulative structure? That’s the point. It’s a funhouse mirror. A warning and not…

Voice is always an interesting topic that rears its ugly head in the writer community. It’s not the kind you use to order tacos or argue with your cat though… A writing voice is what I’m talking about. That slippery fucker that’s either hiding under your bed dressed as Kafka, or screaming through a megaphone…

YOU’RE HUNGRY. Not the oh-shit-I-forgot-lunch kind of hungry. The kind that gnaws. The kind that starts in your gut and climbs your spine like a rat with a meat cleaver. You haven’t eaten in three days. Not since the power grid coughed up a hairball and died. Not since the cucumbers in the fridge started…

Back in 287-212 BCE, our boy Archimedes of Syracuse was famously associated with having insights while having a bath. According to the well-known story, he discovered a method for determining the purity of gold while taking a bath. He noticed that water displaced when he entered corresponded to his body’s volume, leading to his principle…

January. That temporal dumpster fire that felt like it lasted approximately 74 years while simultaneously disappearing faster than my will to wear pants. Let’s be honest… January was rougher than gas station coffee. It came in hot with its “new year, new me” propaganda, then proceeded to throw more plot twists. February is our redemption…

I get this asked on occasion and it’s nothing new. And a lot of people who start off, believe they can build whatever it is they want and people will come. Yes, that can happen but it’s unlikely and it’s making you rely on luck, instead of proven principles. Now remember this. I didn’t invent…

And no. I’m talking about today when Mother Nature decided to give me the worst blow job of my life, and no, not THAT kind… Get your minds out of the gutter (where, coincidentally, I nearly ended up.) Let me paint you a picture of pure British meteorological insanity: There I was, strutting out of…

Remember being five? When nap time was basically child torture and you fought it like a squirrel monkey hopped up on Pixy Stix and revenge? Yeah… NOW LOOK AT US. We’re out here trying to function like proper grown-ass humans while our brain-processors are running on whatever’s the opposite of premium fuel? Probably the mental…

Picture this… You’re lying in bed, chest tight like you’re being crushed by a metric ton of unread notifications, skin doing that weird clammy-not-clammy thing like you’ve just mainlined eight espressos and fat line of regret. Your phone’s throwing numbers at you faster than an accountant having a mental breakdown… Likes. Comments. Shares. Retweets. Hearts.…

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 + Krispy Kreme’s for life…maybe) My editor has vanished, well not vanished but taken a well-deserved…

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 we’re treading, that giant snowball you’ve been carefully packing just gets whacked by a rogue…

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 something true. A bit of real talk. I do not give a rabid raccoon’s ass…

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… I was absolutely not fine. My body was basically running a silent self-destruct sequence while…

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 coffee, pen, piece of paper or even your nearest word processor and inside your own…

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 squirm a little, but that’s okay. Growth is uncomfortable. Like wearing skinny jeans after a…

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 weird, wonderful life as artists in a world obsessed with shiny new toys. (If you…

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 time to polish this, I need to research more, I’m not ready Lies. All lies…

“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 said, “That’s a tree,” and we all nodded like, “Yeah, sure, makes sense.” Words are…

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 about not starving as creatives. Hell, even the day to day folk who do good…

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 medieval engineers on crack. You know the kind of day I’m talking about. When your…

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 just squiggly lines on a page or glowing glyphs on a screen. Words move people.…