Seeking inspiration in the wrong places

The blank page; the bane of a fledgling writer. You stare in vain, willing your brain to dredge up an idea that lights up. But nothing good comes. So you sit there hollow and numb. This part of the process? The complete absence of fun. When will that inspired concept strike? As lurid day gives… Continue reading Seeking inspiration in the wrong places

Take the red pill

Feeling naughty, just hit 20 and I’m halfway to 40. ‘You laugh now son, you’ll blink and you’ll be 40’, my dad said, putting unwelcome thoughts into my adolescent head. Jesus. At this rate it won’t be long until I’m dead, until I’ve shuffled off this mortal coil. Until, through hard graft and toil, I’m… Continue reading Take the red pill