Tag: Content

Let’s talk about the sorcery of words… Alchemy isn’t dead. It’s just traded its alembics and philosopher’s stones for pens and Google Docs. Think about it this way… Base metal? Your half-baked ideas, rotting trauma, and that weird dream about lasagna that somehow came alive. Gold? Sentences that make strangers weep, snort, or fist-pump like…

It’s okay to have some down time. The hustle bro culture has burnt out a lot of people. And yeah if you do work that you love that is amazing… But don’t become a slave to the grind. It’s exactly why I’m sending this at nearly 11pm my time. I decided this Friday was my…

Evert now and then I’ll get a question about how to start. So let’s cut through the prepocalypse… You want to be a writer? Painter? Nude accordionist? Cool. Here’s the secret, strapped to a rocket and aimed at your excuses… Start before you’re ready. The smart ones? They’re still stuck in the “research phase.” Reading…

The nails hammered in with the finality of a judge’s gavel… bang, bang, bang. Inside? Ghostwriting. Your ghostwriting. That spectral little fucker you’ve been feeding for years, shovelling your voice into its gaping, incorporeal maw. (Poof. Gone. Like a fart in the church of getting paid) And honestly I still don’t know how I feel…

People want your songs played at their funeral. As you might’ve seen. Kanye West has been going off the rails over the last few weeks. From parading his wife Bianca Censori practically naked at the Grammys. To getting banned off of Twitter for promoting a white t-shirt with a nazi symbol on it, while shamelessly…

Unless the internet isn’t your thing… You might’ve heard of Lily Phillips, whose viral OnlyFans challenge a little concerned and rightly so a few weeks ago. Now I’m not gonna get on a soap box tell you that she shouldn’t have done something as wild as that. After all, she’s an adult and if she…

You don’t start Sundays talking about psychoanalytic theory. But here we are… I’m feeling a little more human today but my brain still feels like it’s been punched from the back of my skull. Anyways. It’s 1953. Donald Winnicott. British baby-whisperer, Freud’s angrier cousin, dropped a nugget of truth that still rings true today 72…

This flu has whooped my ass I slept 12+ hours which is a new record for me in general And my brain feels like mashed potato …So I’m just trying to get a bit of reading done in between sleeping I’m re-reading this gem right here And once you start, you can’t stop Hope you’ve…

I posted this in a little group on Twitter… I coach them on how to take every day articles, news and anything pop culture and turn it into a humour piece. Which you can use to send out anywhere to entertain the souls that follow you. Now check out the link below and then come…

Every now and then I get asked the question: “What do you do and how do you do it?” Now if you’re reading this. You know it’s an email and it’s a simple silly email. That’s the whole thing but lemme give you a little more meat/context… It’s a business model that’s simpler than microwaving…

Emotions are uncomfortable. And there seems to exist this habit online that when people experience or display an emotion that makes us uncomfortable we feel the need to either, minimise it, challenge it or even correct it. No platform is removed from this. Not Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Instagram or even in Email. So when you…

It’s not a secret that I love Lee Child and his writing And today I spent the day binging the Reacher series to get ready for season 3 that’s out on the 20th of this month… Now today I didn’t want to do any work or writing or whatever and frankly didn’t want to exist…

I’ve been knee deep in my notepad today writing story intro after story intro. Noodling around with words on paper seem to be one of the most cathartic things to do. The boring part is the mechanical part and that’s just re-typing it for others to read. So if you wanna pop the trunk of…

It’s like everyone lost their damn minds today… I wonder if it’s cause of the Super Bowl? Could be Mercury doing backflips in whatever space based juice box it’s swimming in this week. Hell, for all I know, the space gods are playing marbles with planets and we’re all catching the fallout… It’s like every…

The man sat in the dim light of his small apartment. The television glowed. It was the only light. He watched the screen. Netflix. Always Netflix. It was his escape, his distraction, his ritual. He paid for it. Every month. Ten pounds, then twelve, now more. Always more… The email came. He read it. Price…

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…