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Bad Jokes

Once Upon A Time in 2022, my friend had a hen party on my birthday. The details aren’t especially important to the story, but I like the way the sentence sounds. As part of the preparation for the hen party, we compiled a party playlist. Now, I contributed some excellent specimens to the list; from… Read More »Bad Jokes

The word 'arteting' with a prohibition sign over it

First, Art. Then, Marketing.

There is Art. And there is Marketing. If you can’t find art in the work that you do, then you’re probably doing it wrong. And if you can’t proclaim the worth of the work that you do, then you probably don’t know what you’re doing. But you can’t extol the virtues while you’re busy manifesting… Read More »First, Art. Then, Marketing.

Art.

Something I have been trying to let myself do more lately is Art. Real art. Not just writing, or poetry, or fiction. Not just creative output, but art. Trying to give my words the space to become more than they already are. For some people, this is the only way, but for me, the inclination… Read More »Art.

Sad and unavoidable

There is a certain look that is often played on the face of beautiful, egotistical, fragile, struggling male characters in TV shows, and every time I see it, it takes me back to a different time. I recognise that look intimately. I thought the connection to it would have faded with time, but it hasn’t… Read More »Sad and unavoidable

Perfection 2.0

The other day I wrote of perfection, and how it hasn’t been something I have historically coveted. And while I was writing that, I had a quick search through my old posts to see if I was fooling myself. Having found no such evidence, I clattered on happily. Then, yesterday, I was going through old… Read More »Perfection 2.0

Flare

I’ve told a lot of stories on this blog about why this blog exists. They’re all true. Even if they contradict each other, they’re all true. Humans are stupid like that – we’re clumsy walking paradoxes. But one reason, which I think I’ve held closer to my chest than the others, is that I think… Read More »Flare

Face it

My response to taking more tangible ‘ownership’ of my blog seems to have been fairly predictable, in that I promptly disengaged from writing it. I don’t think it was necessarily as simple as that, but it was also definitely as simple as that. A micro expression of what was happening in the macro. I was… Read More »Face it

Take the shirt off my back

I think I’m at risk of starting to look like a homeless person. You see, my eras are defined sartorially. I buy clothes, I wear them ’til they break, I keep wearing them until the situation becomes untenable, I fix the clothes, I wear them ’til they’re unfixable, and then I reluctantly toss them and… Read More »Take the shirt off my back

If I can just explain

The truth is I would use your approval as a proxy for the approval I’m withholding from myself. If you say it’s okay, I can rest easy, ignoring the voice in my own head that says it’s not. It’s easier to win the outside world’s favour than my own – its standards are always lower.… Read More »If I can just explain

The Spiral

Is anything ever really over? Is there ever a hard line? The closer you look, the blurrier it gets. I’ve always seen in far too many shades of grey for my own good. Clarity is not a natural by-product of my thinking. But there are times in my life I look back on, with the… Read More »The Spiral