Last night I left Docklands Studios knowing I can tell my grandkids I was the last writer (of three) on The AFL Footy Show. 

We were handed a show with 25 years of history and encouraged to take a different direction, with a new cast and new creative team. 

It was a challenge, a huge challenge but one I couldn't wait to jump at.

We built an environment that was unbelievably positive, hardworking and encouraged each other creatively as well as helped skills/passions flourish. Each day was a pleasure...

Deep warning. Deeper than I like and deepest I’ll go for a while - but feeling the urge to do it more than ever.

I’ve been furthering my research into deep thinking and the importance of getting yourself right mentally and the rest follows suit. The more I research the more life becomes pretty fucking simple. Life = Purpose.

That’s it. Give yourself purpose, you give yourself a life. A life of fulfilment because you’re doing shit that gives you purpose. 

If you’re waking up without anything to exci...

Do you ever do some semi-regular task around the house and remember you need to fix it / upgrade it / think of a better way of doing it...

Go ahead, complete the task only to completely fucking forget to upgrade it until the next time you do it? SAME.

Sounds confusing, here is an example; I have a baby bath and there is no hose for it so I have to put it in the shower, fill it up and lift it back onto the bath holder thingybabob.

It’s heavy and I brace myself for a back injury that will give me the...

I had a meeting in the city the other day. Yes, it makes me sound like a corporate wank and I’m okay with that.

I got an Ola in (an Uber competitor, get on it) as I was busy on another project so I skipped on public transport. 5 minutes away from the meeting, it was cancelled!!

I was infuriated. Partly because I had so much shit small talk with my driver about how Uber rips drivers off like I’m meant to care but mainly because my TIME got wasted and disrespected.

Once you create the regular thought...

I definitely find myself writing this shit for myself, like my fingers typing is a therapist and I’m crying on a couch listening. Not as sad as that but not far off.

The things I write on here aren’t necessarily my sole ideas and beliefs. They are grains from articles, podcasts, sky writings, hidden messages in car license plates and words I find in my alphabet soup each night.

The thing that compels me to write them myself is for one, getting my thoughts down on paper. Sick way of getting some cl...

I heard a thing about writers recently that I frothed over, it was ‘writers don’t want to write, they have to write.’ As a writer it’s true… It’s like masturbating the brain (lol/gross). I need to get these things out of my head and onto paper.

If it’s fictional like when I write comedy it’s amazing just allowing your subconscious mind to take over and your fingers are just documenting the craziness – I understand this type of creativeness isn’t as easy to access as it is for my fat head but this...

I got told this interesting bit of advice by my screenwriter teacher in Los Angeles a few years back. He said “Remember, no one wants to make your movie.”

I remember being a little taken back… No one wants to make MY movie? But my movie is fucking great… It’s got Jonah Hill and Robert De Niro in it. Yes, they haven’t read it and yes, I don’t know them… but still.

This took a while to digest but it was just true, so true. Of course no one wants to listen to you, make your shit or buy your product,...