Snap went the sound of my anchor line — loud as the crash of a thousand dying dreams. The whiplash extinguishing this little light of mine which had thus far been keeping the blackness at bay. Dinghy capsized, its sole occupant alone in the void. Head barely above the surface. No bearings. No landmarks. No horizon. Drifting. Drifting. Drifting. All that remains is time.

Don’t worry about the packaging before you have something you can package. Before you get that logo designed, and before you agonize over colours and fonts, and before you choose a blogging platform, start writing. Write daily. Write as often as you can. Whether you publish it or not, just write. Some of it will be good. A lot of it will be bad, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is consistency. Once you’re consistent, then worry about the packaging.

I listen to a lot of different styles of music and go through phases where I’ll listen to a lot of something and then switch to something else. Recently, I binged on Eminem and bought a bunch of his songs off of iTunes to scratch that particular itch. …