If they were to look at the statistical likelihood of getting trashed by a nasty animal, then they wouldn't have taken a step out of that cave. But they did.

I flipped a coin, ignored it, and did things under my terms. Creative freedom is has two parts, creative and freedom. The latter often takes a little more effort.

Lots of words have fallen out of my brain, and onto the keyboard...

A lack of something and a photograph came to my creative rescue. We often think of a context in conjunction with something else. It can, though, be a force all on its own.

It started innocently enough, a piece of paper here, a pencil there, some vintage photography in-between. I didn't see the duality trap until the last minute...

I was in a musing and wondering mood this week. I got thinking about maps, then remembered something about an 18th century map and iron chains. Before I knew what was happening, I was onto pencils and the world was a better place.

The amount of effort you put into something can both vary in amount and also in where it is located. You are just going to have to read this to find out what I am talking about.

Words are spoken, written, and generally banded about everywhere. I think they hold a greater meaning & power. They are not only important; they are the cornerstone of our self-representation and definition.

Beige rectangles surround us, which isn't at all healthy.

It all started with the weather...

Creativity is a mysterious thing. Sometimes it just appears, other times it needs a gentle nudge. Occasionally it needs to be completely derailed into the grasslands of a historic story.

This all started with a pebble in the garden, the completion of a 21 movie story arc, and the memory of a 90's sci-fi show.

Perhaps my mind meanders more than most; I used to worry about it, but now I've now just come to accept it. Sometimes it is noticing that the blade of grass in your hand is a colour of green that you haven't seen before.

I love words, even if they sometimes have another view of me.

I love the idea of doing things with things that the original designer of the thing had no idea what other thing you were going to do with the thing is.

There is something uniquely engaging about grand blockbuster movies. They can be great transportation devices, greatly disappointing, or predictably boring. There are, though, other wonderful alternatives.

We all strive to find that balance. The balance that makes us feel comfortable inside. Each of us is different, so it is different for each of us. This is what I've found out about myself.

I knew how I wanted this piece to end. I just had to work out how to get there.

I asked some of you folk, for some words to hide in here. The first suggestion was "pineapple". That was far too easy, so I decided to put it front and centre. I felt like writing something fun, so I did.

It seemed to just appear to me as I walked past a random tree. Trees are curiously magical things, don't you think? They can both fix the planet & also be the muse of a creative work.

It's not about remembering the specific details, it is about experiencing it. We all get tied up in the pure specifics of it all, without taking a moment to wonder at the feeling of it.

So, I got to thinking, and this is the result of that...

We spend a lot of time thinking about stuff, but sometimes I don't want to.

I have nothing to say, and I have to confess that I have no idea what I'm doing? Does that sounds like you too? Anyway, we're just going to glide on by and see what happens.

Not a preoccupation with finishing things.

The other day I had a full English Breakfast.

The other day, I walked into a dark room. I fumbled for the light switch, and then it wasn't.

My first foray into the world of pickled onions was, I am told, when I was 2 years old.

43,000 years ago, creating music was a non-trivial task. Today, we are in danger of losing something.

There is a cliche that a Creative Place needs to be in some kind of idyllic location. It needs to be like a Muse dressed in white, playing a flute.

Actually, this is about me, this is all about me, but I understand I need you to make it all about me... so... coughs

The music was metaphorically and actually, noise.

In 1494 Italian printer Aldus Manutius created the semicolon; you don't have to use it all.

I have a complicated relationship with Pie. I'm sure some of you also have a similar problem too; they are invisible.

The other day, whilst driving, a new light appeared. It was the doom-ladened Yellow-Triangle. I ignored it, on the basis that it was only yellow and not red.

Debating skills appear to be shockingly scarce in present times. Something more sinister has replaced them.