What I can Offer
I have developed a unique programme that will supercharge the process of learning how to write.
From the Metaphor to Conflict, the Heart of Story, I have delivered a vast array of workshops on the craft of creative writing.
I teach people how to read and perform poetry.
Here is a brief resume of my published work.
I am a writer; from poetry, through the novel and into the visual landscape of screenplay, I love the art and the science of putting pen to paper. I have taken writing for granted and humbled by requests to support struggling students, I have taken on a mission to share my knowledge with others.
From metaphor, to the monomyth, I have taught virtually every aspect of creative writing.
I can unpack the English Language and reassemble it for you; with this insight and more you can learn to write any essay.
As a regional spoken word champion I bring a unique insight into the art of performance.
Thoughts and Musings
The roar of the hungry crowd, the hiss of meat thrown on the grill, steam rising in clouds, the clink of plates and people, flurries of them, mounds of them, milling around the eating trough and returning like pirates with their booty to their overstuffed tables to gorge themselves senseless. The world keeps spinning, the noise[…]
In the UK we possess a law that can crack open public documents and allow us to scrutinise their contents in great detail. This law draws back the curtain and let’s us see emails and much, much more and it’s called the Freedom of Information Act. Use it. I have used it to startling effect.
Perhaps, telling you that Tony Blair’s laments bringing in the Act will motivate you to unglue yourself from your favourite couch and flex your freedoms…hey, you can ask questions privately (via email or letter), or in public domains (more about that below). What’s not to like?
But how do I know that Freedom of Information makes a difference? […]
Once upon a time , there were three good friends, who were as close as friends can be, and their names were Oge, Em and Uoy. They were content and inseparable and they never fought. They spent their days foraging and telling tales and they rarely strayed from their village. Their favourite haunt, was a[…]
Touch the sky with a finger and your eye, Follow the horizon with the back of your hand, And when you finally meet the sunlight, You might just understand That this dog is mad, but she don’t bite no God damn man. And if you always ask for the truth, don’t be surprised, mister preacher,[…]
Tools come in many forms, but they always come hewn with restrictions. Necessarily so. Tools need to meet safety requirements, after all, we human beings are pretty flawed. But not everything is limited in this way. Take cars. A question about cars has fascinated me for some time and I haven’t found an adequate answer[…]
It’s not every day that I get invited to speak to social entrepreneurs, but it happened, it really did and it was yesterday. You see, as well as gallivanting as a writery sorta person, I have been living a secret double life – hey, just kidding! Seriously, this is the work that I do on a[…]
For a while now, I’ve been intending to write something about a fab author who pens science fiction called Hugh Howey who wrote the Wool Trilogy. So, you haven’t heard of the Wool Trilogy? Oh boy. Where have you been? Hugh Howey, appeared Deus Ex Machina in 2011 and rewrote science fiction and if that[…]
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