"And then I realised, geez, how dependent I have been on my cellphone. But I should confess, you know, after the first day, I felt liberated."

Whatever you’re reading at the start of 2026, I wish you joy in discovering some new friends and in reconnecting with some old ones.

I'm twitching nervously because I've realised we’re venturing into the territory of reader-response criticism here...

So many employers profess to value wellbeing — until it comes into conflict with the productivity which they value even more.

Is Bruce Wayne, like so many of us, just plain lazy when it comes to matters of taste?

It's survived asteroid impacts and waves of mass extinction. It's not going to surrender lightly.

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.

How do we make our work space more of a play space? What toys does it need to be filled with?

What better way of challenging these unhelpful feelings than by taking my clothes off in front a room full of strangers?

I’ve been saying for years, usually to drama students in training, that audiences are always locked in a race with whatever they encounter.

It seems fairly commonly accepted that if an artist - or more specifically, a writer - is to produce good output, they must make sure to absorb good input as well. By which is usually meant, if you want to be a writer who writes, you also need to be a writer who reads. This once led me to make a terrible mistake when I was teaching, and I have gone to great pains to ensure I never made it again.