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Fortunately, the Festival of Writing…

So the Festival of Writing in York was brilliant as always. Four years under my belt and I still get so much out of it. Stimulating workshops, brilliant ideas, and some excellent feedback that I’m really going to be able to use going forward. There is nowhere I feel more welcome or at home (except my actual home, of course), surrounded by wonderful

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365 Days In The Quiet Room

It doesn’t hugely surprise me that I haven’t popped my head up on here since March. Other than recording my annual birthday video, I haven’t really worn the mask of Nick Sheridan (steady on!) much this year. I’ve focused a lot on “real world” events, holidays, and sorting my shit out at dayjob towers, but haven’t really produced anything of note since the

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I Will Not Give Up My Dayjob

Have you ever noticed that in a three day week, every day is Wednesday? Monday is three days from the weekend, so it’s Wednesday. Tuesday is in the middle of the week, so it’s Wednesday. Wednesday is.. well, it’s Wednesday. My dayjob isn’t in a very exciting sector- they never are -but my dayjob is editing. Letters come in and I edit them for appropriate

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What you lose on the swings..

Things are changing in dayjob towers, in a somewhat predictably and familiar way. Here, I made a video about it. While this means I have to spend an annoying amount of my time finding a new way to pay the rent, it doesn’t seem to have robbed me of any creative drive, if anything it’s made me more frumious to get on with writing, creating, and

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One for sorrow, gotta catch ’em all!

Early yesterday morning I went to get a haircut. Normally I’d take the bus home, but I figured I would walk, because it was a nice day- and more importantly, I had Pokemon to catch. As I was walking past Whitworth Park in South Manchester, my keen Pokemon-trainer senses spotted something. Was it another Pidgeot? A rare grass Pokemon? A Pikachu,

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