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Staple Green did not notice Gerdy return. This was not surprising. The village was busy with itself: the sharp clang of hammers on iron, the sounds of livestock in the crowded market, the tireless calls of merchants haggling over salted fish, fruit, and other wares. The machine clattered on, each part performing its rehearsed role…
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There’s a thread running through the majority of these memories, bear with me, you’ll see. First memory I’ll mention: my bike from my father. It had state-of-the-art spokes, the brand was Skyway, and it is, remarkably, the only gift from him I can remember. Someone in the neighbourhood was so jealous of that bike it…
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The case for building your personal brand before you need it. A book published before Google changed everything There’s a book that’s marked me above many. Brand You by Tom Peters, published in 1999. In it, Peters made a prediction that sounded almost radical at the time: that the era of the lifelong company employee…
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There’s a particular pleasure in the early stage of an idea. The designing. The mapping. The hours you spend arranging things in your head until they feel ready to exist in the world. I know that pleasure well. A little too well, as it turns out. Because here’s what I eventually had to admit to…
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Let me ask you something: when was the last time you questioned why you work the way you do? Not whether to work. We all know we have to eat. But the form your work takes. The career path you chose, or perhaps the one that chose you. Have you ever stopped to wonder whether…
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The van had come with the book. Cael had inherited both from his uncle, who had inherited the van from someone else and never mentioned the book at all. Either because he hadn’t noticed it, or because he had and thought it better not to. It lived in a metal box bolted under the passenger…
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The old river road began sensibly enough. It was a modest dirt track lined with elderflower and the occasional flock of chickens, and for the first hour Gerdy felt quite confident he was the sort of man who went on journeys. He had his provisions. He had his map. He had a small piece of…
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The yard belonged to Reginald. Under the Mango tree, he was the sun around which all life orbited. His harem moved in a synchronised dance of scratching and pecking, always within the shadow of his mahogany wings. He was the “Main Man,” the undisputed law round these parts. His crow was the authority: a weathered…
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I’ve decided to stop being a slave to the numbers. For too long, I’ve checked my website and social media metrics with a regularity bordering on the compulsive. It feels like I’ve fallen into the classic trap of intermittent reinforcement; the same “variable ratio” hook that keeps a gambler at the table. Does it feel…
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I don’t think my experience was unique, but I do wonder if it’s becoming a thing of the past. Bear with me; it’ll make sense in a moment. I grew up during the rise of manga like Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z, and I deeply identified with the heroes and their superpowers. I kid…