The bastards who steal hours
Three thirty in the afternoon and I’m sweating into my third cup of coffee at some godforsaken strip mall type of coffee shop just off of the corner of a
Your brain is decomposing
And you probably don’t even realise it. I’m not going gentle into this Friday night. The thing is. It’s not even your fault. Friends and family are trying to rope
The art of strategic half -assery
Sometimes you just need to half-ass things. Could people liken it to failure? Sure. I’d probably just say it’s some sort of survival mechanism in the creative and human sense.
I missed a day but have a list…
It’s rare for me not write anything. Yesterday was one of those not writing days and well, as much as I preach daily emails for all the various reasons and
I almost became Ed Gein’s next lampshade project
So I caught whatever plague is making the rounds… Could be a cold, could be the flu, could be the opening act of the next global pandemic. Who knows anymore?
Check your locks twice
Ed Gein was a monster. But you might take his side after being given a psychological masterclass in horror. (Or so I’ve been told by a friend who has just
Why I don’t lose my shit when someone pirates my work (and maybe you shouldn’t either)
The French have this saying… C’est la vie. More aptly put; “That’s life.” Those two words carry the weight of centuries of human experience, wrapped in what I’d call a
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How the French accidentally perfected the art of not losing your shit
The French have this saying… C’est la vie. More aptly put; “That’s life.” Those two words carry the weight of centuries of human experience, wrapped in what I’d call a
Read MoreHow the French accidentally perfected the art of not losing your shit
Sundays are for books, not scrolling.
Put the phone down and pick up a book (After you’ve read this email obviously) And no. Not an audiobook. Not a Kindle. An actual, physical book with pages you
The madness of saying the same thing 47 different ways
Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind writing these emails. Not because the ideas are bad. I still believe everything I’m telling you. But because I’ve written about
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You’re still here (and why that means more than you know)
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
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