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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.

Seven years, five lessons

I have been…’blogging’…here for nigh on seven years. Sometimes it was daily, sometimes I disappeared for months at a time. Sometimes I told my dearest stories, sometimes I barely scraped together a meaningful sentence. Always it was for me and no-one else, and always the potentially public nature of it was inexplicably important. Why? Why… Read More »Seven years, five lessons

Interesting choices

I tried TikTok once. As in I tried making some TikToks. It was a short-lived effort because it was an all-consuming dopamine farm with very little real-world utility. Just another carcass in the elephant graveyard of my endeavours. But I just looked back on them. And I like them. I like me in them. I’m… Read More »Interesting choices

Under the sky

It’s amazing the clarity that can come just from standing under the sky for a few quiet moments. It’s something I forget to do – it’s easy to get caught up in work, or chores, or scheduled activities. Easy to keep the quiet reflection for bedtime. But there is a quality to The Outside that… Read More »Under the sky

Petty Fraud

I’ve felt like a fraud sometimes lately. Because the things I’m trying to do aren’t yet done. It’s a vulnerable place to stand, and my defense mechanism in such circumstances is to preempt, and then inhabit, my harshest critics. So sometimes I declare myself a fraud, and suggest I climb back in my hole. I’m… Read More »Petty Fraud

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.

Precious thing

I have a tendency to burn through things. I ‘ve alluded to this a few times here – I believed it was simply an occupational hazard of living in my brain. But I think I’m starting to understand something different. I don’t think the burnout is inevitable. I think it might be a side-effect of… Read More »Precious thing

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

Abandoned trails

I was out walking the other day, thinking about my lack of expertise. Wondering what the thing I would talk about would be if I had to spontaneously give a talk. And thinking it might be horses, because I niched down enough there to be uncommon in my knowledge, even though it’s remained dusty on… Read More »Abandoned trails