Podcasts and posts about creativity, writing and advice for creating online
Weird Synchronicities. This week I forgot I nearly died and then found myself at The War Inside, a play about that exact moment in my life.
There are blogposts on this website that I have absolutely no memory of writing – *at all*
For me now, at this point in my life, writing and thinking are co-continuous. I type between 55-60 words per minute – the speed of thought.
“If you enjoy Having Done so much, why do you have a hard drive full of hundreds of thousands of words of shit you haven’t finished?”
The biggest problem a creative person faces is that between ‘The Dream’ and ‘The Having Done’ is ‘The Doing’.
I’ve spent the week trying to write things at/of different lengths. Sitting down with a timer, set to 20mins or 40. Just practicing to see how I go.
After 4 years and nearly 200 podcast episodes, here’s 10 tips for creating online in 2022
With everything going on in the world over the last few years it has felt selfish to work on creative the things that I feel matter to me.
This is by no means a world shattering observation. But have over 50 things on my list of things to do means that I’m not finishing anything.
I woke up this morning with no idea what I was going to talk about on the show today. As it turned out, ambitions for 2022.
The Long Fear. It’s the question in the dead of the night. It’s there when things are going well, it remains unanswered when you procrastinate
Lack of copy editing is extremely transparent to a reader. Editing on the other hand is invisible to the reader, but transparent to the writer
The horror as my depression lifted at the beginning of the UK lockdown. It wasn’t depression stopping me. It was something far worse. Me.
I touched on productivity anxiety during my podcast this week. It’s something that’s been bothering me a lot this year, especially in the weeks before we went on holiday last month.
The work of body one leaves behind after action, is not left behind in the past. It is a nest of materials that one unfolds into the future from within.
The other night I had a dream. I opened a letter and read it out loud on camera for this weeks show. What a nightmare.