Recently, I had a discussion with Ellen about the point of what I’m doing. This is a monologue. Ellen won’t be featured in this conversation. You may ask why but like I said with Henry what fool of a writer tells the world about a major character before the book’s already begun? So I begin, I know...

I haven’t got a lot of time today. Usually I spend hours staring at the blank page begging for inspiration to strike me from the heavens. But today I read a splendid a question. This question actually begs an answer and if I don’t attempt to answer it now then the answer will be lost to me forever....

Do you ever sit back and observe the people around you? Do you find yourself looking at the people in the group that you’re hanging with and wonder why you’re different from them all? If so, don’t worry about it to much. You’re teetering on the edge of a downward spiral. The one that starts with distance...

“Everybody’s changing and I still feel the same” that’s the first line of the chorus of a similarly titles Keane song. That is the problem with being 20 or 21 in England. If you’ve gone to University and chosen a ‘normal’ course it means that you’ll be graduating sometime soon. This graduation is different...

I remember what it felt like to have a kaleidoscope. I remember my thoughts when I looked through the kaleidoscope for the first time. I remember marveling at how fractured the world became. I wondered why it couldn’t be like that all the time. I remember the things that ceased to remain ordinary....

It seems to me that we’re all really selfish. How is it that when it comes to others we freely dispense  advice and honest observations like they mean nothing? Ask me about my opinion on any one of my many acquaintances and I’ll probably attempt to break down each and everyone of them listing...

Last night, while fairly inebriated I stumbled upon someone I didn’t expect to see, Alex Pickard. I met Alex when I was 18 going on 19. I had met his brother Ben Pickard the previous year. The Pickards were a decent bunch. They made you believe that happiness and a good sense of humour were genetic....

They say that the best writing comes from total honesty. You’re meant to be telling the truth. I have several problems with this. If I were to share all and hold nothing back, then no one would look at me the same way. There are so many standards to live up to. So many sides of myself that i have shown...