On (five kinds of) boredom
Are humans the only creatures who engineer the circumstances which bring about their own boredom?
On contraction and expansion
Have you ever felt like a broken accordion sometimes?
On having your vichyssoise and eating it
Is Bruce Wayne, like so many of us, just plain lazy when it comes to matters of taste?
On liking
Maybe we all need to stop using the word “like” for good; maybe we need to retire it forcibly from the English language.
On using just one element and really going to town with it
Quite possibly a total nightmare for stage managers — I do sympathise with them when faced with designs and designers like these.
On horsetail, therapy and the persistent roots of creation
It's survived asteroid impacts and waves of mass extinction. It's not going to surrender lightly.
On when the mind is empty and when the mind is full
Joy is currently failing me and I’m very aware that this is a dangerous, not to mention costly, headspace for a freelancer to find themselves in.
On whether accents matter, or just get in the way
Does it really matter what accent an actor uses to play a character, or does it not?
On the em dash, one of the great loves of my literary life
I use it so often that I’ve got a shortcut set up on my keyboard so I can reach for one whenever I want — Shift + Option + -, pressed all at the same time, in case you were wondering.
On boats, tigers, zebras, and why story-telling gets done dirty by religion
The whole thing was not, in fact, about a young man on a boat in the middle of the ocean with a tiger and a zebra and a few other animals at all.
