94/100 Days of Creativity: Konnichi Wa

Last Monday I had a zouch and thought ‘Has my passport expired?’ I scrambled out of bed to check. Crap. One month overdue and we were leaving Friday morning. On Wednesday I started to worry that the passport office would not be able to courier my new passport in time. On Thursday they called to say my passport…

93/100 Days of Creativity: Death by a Thousand Cuts

So many words have been taken from us. Removed from human consciousness and lost forever. The number of blank spaces in printed material is growing day by day and soon we will witness the slow death of our conversations. I stand at the big hulking machine and wait for it to spit out the next word…

92/100 Days of Creativity: A Fine Line

An avonmouth wants to be noticed and is seeking to attract a mate. The courtship ritual of an avonmouth will involve drawing attention to her lips by pushing them out a little with a slight pucker. She may also bite her bottom lip seductively or perhaps lick them slowly and deliberately. It is likely she will reveal…

91/100 Days of Creativity: Hitting the Wall

Feeling fowey is defined as that period of intense internet surfing when things transition from being pretty boring to being really, really boring. It’s the perfect intersection of procrastination and diminished mental faculties. It usually occurs at the point when your good intentions of going to bed early go out the window. Should you find yourself feeling fowey consider…

90/100 Days of Creativity: CSI

Detective Harris slipped on the protective shoe covers and began examining the scene. He liked to be methodical; always starting with the victim and working outwards, slowly building a picture of what had occurred and possible motives. Clutched in the victim’s hand Detective Harris found a scrap of paper with the word ‘lancaster’ scribbled in blue ink. He…