It has come to my attention that I need to make something clear: despite what you might read, my life is not a melancholy trek, spiralling into a dark and bottomless void.

This website is not what I originally intended it to be. Four years ago, I thought it would be fun to try out this “blogging” thing. I posted silly comments and links. I inflicted my opinions on the world, right or wrong. Then, one day, I realised that all of this was just another form of writing. I loosened up and just wrote.

The thing is, my best and most creative periods of writing have always been when I am experiencing “negative” emotions. When I am angry or sad or depressed or confused, I can either choose to be creative or choose to be destructive, and my destructive days are long behind me. So I have found myself writing here more and more as I sort out my life and discover that there are large parts of myself that I’ve not tended to over the last few years.

This is all good, except that when I resolve these issues, I’m calm and happy and content and understanding life. These are not my creative moments, and so I do not write about them. I don’t feel I need to, at least not for myself.

So here is my promise to you, dear reader: I know I can create when I’m happy, so I shall endeavour to put more of my happier thoughts and creations here. Perhaps I’ll even write about the odd answer I find along the way.