Reasons For The Delay

I've been traveling for 27 hours and am now at SXSW in Austin, Texas - normal writing will resume shortly.

The Words Are All In Languages I Do Not Speak

And yet, when you get here, you are not given instructions. No one tells you that heart A is meant to slot into heart B. There are no diagrams about how you are meant to live each day or directions on how to assemble some semblance of happiness. You are not even told what colours to paint your feelings or, given a purpose and a reason for your life.

You have to make all of it up. You have to make all of it, yourself.

The Broken Ice In Your Wake

I have a list in my head of all the feelings I still want to feel before I die. And you have ticked so many things off that list.

The Waves Are Still Going To Make It To Shore

Stop thinking about what they're thinking about you.

Cape Town, Good News, Bad News

Cape Town, I have good news and bad news.  The good news is that I'm here. The bad news is, with the chaos of organising and preparing the Johannesburg reading, there wasn't time to properly get a venue. More bad news: The Johannesburg reading went so well, I sold out of every single copy of I Wrote This For You I had and there were quite a few. I honestly wasn't expecting that and thought I was prepared. Obviously I wasn't and I can only sincerely apologise.  Now back to the good news, I'm in discussions with The Book Lounge in Cape Town and there's a good chance they'll be the sole distributor here of signed copies of the book and we're also talking about a reading there in the future and when I say the future, I mean soon.  My humblest, sincerest apologies. I love you and I honestly can't wait to meet you.  - Me  PS. This is the most beautiful city in the world.

I Read This Out Aloud For You

"So what the hell is all this? I don't know. I don’t know what I'll write let alone what people will like when I wake up each morning. I do not know what Jon, the photographer of I Wrote This For You, will send me. I believe this is why I still enjoy it. 


 Perhaps, in some sense, it is the witnessing of someone else's life. A way to let someone know that someone does in fact care and is documenting the incredibly angelic and traumatic things that happen to them on their way through this house of mirrors and broken glass that we call, life."

The Relative Phenomena

I would do my taxes. Fill out insurance forms.

Count grains of rice in a bag.

Whatever made time pass the slowest with you.