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We begin, as all reasonable creative revelations do - with a half-drunk coffee, an open browser tab labelled “REAL MEN IN BLACK...

I saw him again this morning. Fear. Lurking behind the bottlebrush as I closed the blinds. Not today, pal.  Your lease is up. Because...

At some point in the dead of night, somewhere between exporting the fourth version of your mood board and repeatedly googling “What is...

They say you shouldn't mix your stimulants, but here we are - wine in one hand, coffee in the other and a brain pinging like a pinball...

I raise my glass. Yes - a glass, not a mug. We’re musing with a liquid of a different hue tonight. Not the usual caffeine-fuelled chaos....

Step into the writers' room - where coffee is courage, drafts are dangerous, and we let the characters hijack our sleep. We’re still...

The invitation said casual . I brought wine, charm, and a character suffering from abandonment issues. I didn’t mean to. But there I was,...

We usually start with coffee. But tonight, the mugs are heavier. There's a nip in the air, and someone (with suspiciously Irish ancestry)...

The screen hums, a low comforting drone - my new late-night lullaby. And somewhere between the third rewrite and the cold dregs of...

Or - When I Return, I’ll Be Ready Three coffee cups tonight. One on the desk. One on the floor. One on the windowsill. All warm. All...

The cursor blinks. The early hour groans. There’s no milk for the coffee - again. Forgotten. Like sleep. Like stillness. Like rest. And...

Three coffee cups tonight. All warm. All half-drunk. One on the desk, one on the windowsill, one beside the bed. I don’t know which is...

The coffee’s still warm. I blink once, twice. Refocus… The label reads Drink Me . I eye it suspiciously, because we both know where this...

The cursor winks. The night leans in. The coffee’s gone cold, the hour gone shameless - and still, you sit there, faithful. Loyal. True....

The coffee is fresh. Hot. The hour? Unforgivable. Too late for clarity. Too early to give in. Still, I sit. Still, I type. Because maybe...

Relume: The Weaver Part 1 The first coffee was too weak. The second, too strong. The third? It never made it. It was launched - full...

Watch it on YouTube before the podcast drops Late Night Musings with Rogues and Scoundrels The coffee’s cold. Again. The screen glares....

Late Night Musings with Rogues and Scoundrels The hour is rude. The screen is smudged. One of us is still sipping tea (although there is...

Late Night Musings with Rogues and Scoundrels The hour is unforgivable. The cat is judging us. The coffee’s cold and the thoughts are...

Late Night Musings with Rogues and Scoundrels The hour is indecent. The coffee has gone cold—or maybe we forgot we made it. Again. Our...