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I’ve been spreading myself a bit too thin of late. Last year I started a Substack newsletter to move all of my writing there. But I was confused about what sort of newsletter I would be putting out to the world. I love long-form writing, and my newsletter would be the outlet from which I could talk at length to the world about the things that interested me.

Herein lies the problem. I have too many sections in the newsletter. There are sections about cars, one about motorcycles, one about travel and, even one about what to watch on TV; the list goes on. …


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Finding inner strength seems to be getting harder and harder these days. 2018 began in much the same way as last year started, I was full of hope, trying to put all of the shit that I had to deal with over the previous twelve months behind me.

Then, within days of the start of January, I got a message from my Uncle, telling me that my mother had taken a turn for the worse and was now gravely ill. …


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The crash of pots and pans, followed by the screaming and shouting woke me and alerted me to the heated argument taking place in the kitchen.

The year must have been 1973 or thereabouts. I was only four or five years old, but lately, this memory has been haunting my dreams and tormenting me whenever I try to quiet my mind.

I remember going to the kitchen door and listening for a moment before I plucked up the courage to look inside. The scene that greeted me was a full-on row. My mother was brandishing a large kitchen knife and a furious expression. …


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It’s a funny thing writing. Sometimes, if I need to vomit out a bunch of words in a hurry, I’ll turn to my computer and bash away at the keyboard. If I had a typewriter, I would probably prefer to use that instead. That physical connection of hitting the typewriter keys, the hammer throwing ink onto the paper, smashing it deep into the fibres, leaving almost imperceptible splashes of the ink around the letters as you type.

But, I don’t have a typewriter at the moment, so I fire up my laptop computer and mash my fat fingers onto those keys instead. Occasionally, I like to slow down my writing process. When I am in an analogue kind of mood, I’ll pull out one of my Moleskine notebooks, grab a sharp 5B pencil and begin to write using block capitals, and very little in the way of correct grammar. …


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This post is pre-meditated & pre-written. I am once again sat in the skatepark writing a blog post. Karta was desperate to squeeze in another session before the end of the year.

And what a fucking year it has been!

I mean, this time last year, I was unable to relax and enjoy the festivities. Last year I was in bed by 9 PM, lights out and trying to get to sleep for a few hours, before I had to get up and go to work in the early hours of new year’s day.

The job seemed like a good idea at the time. I was wrong. It fucked up my Christmas, and it screwed up my new years eve. …


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Christmas this year, has been excellent. I’ve enjoyed being with friends and family, overeating and giving all of my attention to those activities.

This afternoon, Spencer, Karta and I are off to the movies for the latest instalment of the Star Wars saga, The Last Jedi, that too is going to be rad. Once we’re home and Karta is in bed, we will be sitting around chatting and maybe watching some TV before we all retire for the evening.

Between now and the end of the year, my focus will be on enjoying each day as it comes.

From midnight on January the 1st 2018, things will change dramatically. 2018 is a significant year for me. I turn 50, my son becomes a teenager, and I finally make the changes to my life that will give me peace until the day that I die. …


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At which point do you throw in the towel and admit defeat? When do you decide to give up on a lost cause and hit the ejector button?

For months now, I have been trying to make money in many different ways. I design stuff, I photograph people and places, I write articles and blog posts, and I hunt for full-time work.

At some point, you might think that something would fall into place, the planets would align, and an answer to all of my worries would make itself known to me, wouldn’t you?

Well, I’ve been waiting and hoping for some of my ideas and activities to bear fruit. A call with a job offer of some sort, a reply to one of the hundreds of job applications that I have filled in and dutifully sent off? You would think after 16 months of toil, something would materialise, wouldn’t you? …


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It is time for me to take the sabbatical that I have been procrastinating about for the past couple of years.

As you are probably aware by now, I have an ongoing struggle with social media and my use of it. Many times in the past I have said that I will be taking a break, just to try and find some space for other things that are important to me.

As I approach my 49th birthday this weekend, I have decided to take more time to write in my notebooks, using pen & pencil. I will, of course, continue to use email when necessary, but for the rest of my correspondence, I will be using analogue ways to stay in touch with people. …


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Despite my best efforts, I am having quite a hard time maintaining focus, on anything.

It probably doesn’t help that I have a massive head cold and am feeling like poo. Let me break it down for you.

Since the beginning of the year, I have tried hard to make everything work. My ideas remain just that. Ideas. For a while, I thought about starting a few more blogs but scrapped that idea. Then, I decided to throw myself back into my photography, and I shot a wedding and some stock images of Dreamland for a friend and little else.

Then, I worked hard at trying to push forward with my web design business. So far, I’ve made about a dozen websites. About half of those were for free. Kind of a voluntary thing, mostly because Karta was involved with those organisations in one way or another. The other half was for friends, none of them made me much in the form of profit. …


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Removing myself from the world of social media feels a little bit like social suicide.

The nagging feeling that I’ve had for some time now is starting to become a reality. Let me explain, I’ve felt for a long time that, but for a handful of friends and family members, nobody is listening to me. If this is true, then I’m writing this blog purely as a personal journal, in much the same way you might write a diary.

I’ve taken the time to create a newsletter, I’ve added a few people to the list of recipients, people that I know will want to stay in touch. …

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JP Hackett

Raconteur | I have orbited the sun 51 times.

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