A small shift in my mind

Imitation of David in Florence. My trip 2013.

Imitation of David in Florence. My trip 2013.

The runner’s wall. The writer’s block. The compound rejections starting a career in an imploding industry. Living to fight another day when you’re hit in more ways than one.

Beyond the pain there is so much that is worth it. If the same methods don’t work then why not do something completely different? I decided to do something different. For the sake of it.

I regretted not doing it already and I could have waited to do the same thing for a day, week, another year or more. I did a small thing, a big thing, depending on your experiences. I booked a four day trip to Europe. For me, it was new and different and I have put it off for three years. I chose the earliest dates and went to Italy because I wanted to know I could do it on a whim with less preparation, less knowledge and before I was ‘ready’. I went for no reason. I went because why not?

Knowing I can and I did is better than just knowing I can.

In the big stories, there’s always an unexpected turn that propounds the character into a bigger and more exciting story. And it’s always uncomfortable, the ‘inciting incident’. To incite; it’s what great stories do. They change us in some way.


So, to get more elements of a great story in my life, I have to live a great story and meet those elements there. Mix the elements up.

A story is incomplete without pain and risk. To get more elements of a great story in my life, I have to live a great story and meet those elements there. We know it is only in the throes of danger that people grow into heroes. It’s what your favourite stories, books, films, plays, the great ones, tell us.

“A ship in port is safe, but that’s not what ships are built for.” – Rear Admiral Grace Murray Hopper.

We’re all story tellers. We tell a story through the lives we live, our choices and the risks we take and don’t take. And the moment when you realise a better a story is possible is the only moment you will ever need.

It costs to be safe. You risk all that you could be. Your risk the best story ever told.

So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ― Mark Twain

Poem: Triple Dip

Triple Dip

A writer’s tale of the recessions


At the first dip my editor wanted me to move faster. With no time to love or study, I flew across the world in a hurry. But my work life flashed before my eyes when I was first at the scene of a crime. I saw the truck drive too fast and life cut too short and I ripped up my notebook of futility and thought. I felt too much to be objective about a homicide’s inflective.


At the second dip my editor wanted me to stay down. I wrote alone in a darkened room and withered away. I analysed obscurities and lost my spontaneity. I choked down cheap rum to mellow my protests as I pursued a career in a mess. I kept in line but eventually cracked at the limit of wasted time.


By the third dip, I wasn’t sure I needed my editor anymore.

I said my life is in progress and needs a first draft. Your edits to my freedom now seem rather daft. I keep my mistakes and my quirks and the pain that still lurks when I doubted I’d make it today. You want to digress but I define my own success and now I understand me. I had to kill the editor before the editor killed what I could be.


Life and work mooshed together in code.
Performed at Forget What You Heard (about spoken word).