I Wrote a Book, Does That Make Me Cool?

I Wrote a Book, Does That Make Me Cool?

As I sit here at the Ace Hotel in Hoxton, I see around me a load of people trying to be more knowledgeable than the next, and this survival instinct is not a criticism, it’s what pushes shit forward. It’s full of beautiful people taking pictures of their skinny lattes, eating salad-free salads and saying words to each other like ‘project’, ‘exhibition’, and ‘win’, and I think to myself, yep, I’ve made it. I’ve god darn made it. But how…

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Don’t Worry, I’m Not Successful Either…Yet

Don’t Worry, I’m Not Successful Either…Yet

                   I read a lot of writing advice because I want to become a better writer. This advice is broad, from ‘killing your darlings,’ to gorging on junk food when hitting writer’s block. The advice usually comes from the usual spots: blogs, books, articles et al, even a J.K Rowling tweet can help me out, but something still nags. What I find, from all this advice, is that it’s always from successful authors. This, for me, is a disconnect. And…

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Why Dystopian Fiction Is Far From Bleak

Why Dystopian Fiction Is Far From Bleak

I love dystopian fiction as much as I love bacon, and I really love bacon. The theme of hopelessness as an entertaining genre really appeals to me – although hopelessness & entertainment is rather conflicting. How can anyone want to put themselves through 400 pages of a hopeless world, with, as often happens, a hopeless outcome? It’s quite fascinating. I feel the same applies for horror. Some people are sadistic enough to put themselves through the brutality of a gory…

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Time To Deter Those Damn Distracting Distractions

Time To Deter Those Damn Distracting Distractions

I’m not a full-time writer, and this makes me sad. I’m not rich, which makes me equally sad. These two sad factors in my life means I am not ambling to my oak-laden office in the west wing, and planting myself among my Beauty and the Beast style library, pouring a glass whisky from my crystal decanter, hidden inside a huge globe of the world, to work on my new ode. Instead, I am waking up early, and going to…

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