Distracting Others

This week I pitch you a children's book about an alligator with a drinking problem. He's called The Alligator Interrogator. He's from Derry. He bites liars. Don't worry... the killings are blurred. Then it gets (slightly) more useful: Tupac recorded around 500 songs. Two became top-ten hits. Van Gogh painted 2,000 paintings and sold one. Sabrina Carpenter put out 67 songs before Espresso. Glen Powell auditioned for 19 years before Top Gun: Maverick. So: quantity IS quality. People remember your hits and forget your misses. A winner is just a loser who tried one more time. Plus the game I play with my kids that trains creativity. I held up a slice of mandarin orange and asked, "what does this look like?" My daughter said an eye. Then she looked at the frill on her sock and said, "it's a skirt on a sock." She's right. No script. No framework. Just a chat, like dinner with a friend who had too much coffee. New chat every week. Peace.

The internet is starting to feel the same everywhere you look, and AI is now scraping material that AI made. So where does that leave anyone trying to make something original? In this one: why I'm doing voice instead of video, the imposter syndrome of thinking anyone should listen, why taste is the thing that'll separate people in an AI-driven world, how I went from sharing five text ideas a week to visualising nearly a thousand in a year, and the sleepless-night question of what skills my kids will actually need. No interviews, no structure. Just me chatting shii for fourteen minutes.