On the corruption of relevance, or the Plastic Cheese Effect
Oh, how I loathe that word — relevant! — and the noun that accompanies it — relevance! I encounter them both a lot in the cultural sector, and they give me the ick.
On being a proud precocious schoolboy and refusing to fuck the plot
You’re not accountable to them. Only to yourself. So, really, you might just as well uphold your own truth in the first place — in writing, and in all other things.
On writing and sharing a ghost story for Christmas
In recent weeks, I've been prioritising actual writing (of new creative work) over what we might uncharitably call pretend writing (such as this blog).
