Picture the scene.
You’re driving on the motorway. It’s nearly 9pm. On the plus side, you’re heading off on holiday. On the flip side, you’re tired, and the wailing little ‘un in the backseat isn’t improving your concentration levels. Continue reading “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”
I dodge out of the way of a hissing rocket-propelled grenade. Just in the nick of time. It detonates on the wall behind me, sending a fountain of rubble crashing into the room. I use telekinesis to grab one of the boulders, and hurl it back from whence it came. It smashes through office desks, sends plastic chairs jigging into the air, before ploughing through the infected sod who tries to introduce explosives to my face. He doesn’t even slow the masonry down; it careers into the panelled walling behind, sending wood splinters blossoming into the room, and sending an idyllic landscape painting tumbling to the floor.
This is Control. It’s just as fun as it sounds.Continue reading “Thoughts on ‘Control’: What’s Wrong With a Little Destruction?”
Hello, my name’s Tom, and I have a problem. Okay, I’ve got a fair few of them, but there’s one in particular I’d like to focus on here: I struggle greatly to finish my own creative projects.Continue reading “Resistance, and My Ongoing, Harebrained Attempts to Beat It”
We shouldn’t need the beginning of a new calendar year as motivation to get our lives in order. It’s not like we only realise that we’ve been neglecting trying new things, ditching that unsatisfying job, or getting in shape, as the minute and hour hands snap to attention on New Year’s Eve. If we’re honest with ourselves, these things occupy our minds all year round.Continue reading “New Year’s Irresolutions”
I was concerned that when we had a child I’d become soppy. There was a genuine risk, I thought, that I’d start to view my whole life through this saccharine lens. This fear prompted a host of questions. Would my legendary cynicism take a hit? By some miracle, would I become more humble? What would happen to the street cred I’ve nurtured for years? (Is street cred even a phrase anymore?)Continue reading “Smile Like You Mean It”