18th October 2021

You need something to write about. Your fingers must be rooted in some purpose driven by some ideal. It’s not a keyboard that the writer’s hands caress, but the soft skin of expectation. If you write only for money you’ll need to develop a good imagination (as well as blinkers so you don’t get distracted from that pot of gold ahead). Writing for money is sex for the sake of sex – which is absolutely fine. But those keys won’t give themselves willingly if your purpose is merely financial gain. Our brains are dense with meaningful thought and memory, growing like wild grass on the fertile soil of our neurones. It is in these pastures that you’ll find the reason why you spend long hours in front of a computer staring at a blank page trying to write something that might softly slide from your fingers into the readers mind.

You may speak the most wonderful sentences but you know that it’s only through the written word that one mind can enfold itself around another’s. Only in the intimacy that grows between the written word and the reader can any sort of new life begin.

I believe writers have a calling to help answer the questions religious and philosophical folk once asked before they got stuck into a fixed narrative. The questions are about life, what is it to be human, what it is to live and to die, what is friendship, what is it to be happy and to laugh. Maybe all these questions can be condensed down to one single question: What is love?

What is love is a question that is too often answered with glib responses or in manufactured sentiments. We all know what love is, right? We could sum it up in a few words and put it in a birthday card. I’m not so sure. Love is too challenging to be held captive in a short sentence.

There is plenty to write about, and money to be made, if you’re lucky. There is fame to be had too. But I imagine all this is nothing compared to the joy of having written something that has added another few words, or even just a letter or two, to the global collective library on the understanding of what we call love.


It is 75 years since fighting stopped in Europe in WWII – We must take time to thank all those people who lost their lives to safeguard our freedom. Their sacrifice enables us to live how we choose and to love without fear…

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