#shapedbyexperience

I’ve been quiet for a while. Not because anything dramatic happened, not because I disappeared into some emotional void… just because I needed a bit of space to breathe. Life got loud, and I had to step back long enough to hear myself again.

The strange thing is, even in the quiet, I’ve been anything but idle. Physically? I’m exhausted — absolutely wiped out. But mentally? Stronger than I’ve been in a long time. There’s a steadiness in me now that I didn’t have before. A kind of grounded strength that comes from stopping, resetting, and actually listening to what I need.

And in that space, something good happened. Something creative. Something I’m finally proud of.

While I’ve been away, I wrote a whole book. An entire book — page after page, late nights, early mornings, moments where the words just spilled out and moments where I had to drag them out kicking and screaming. But it’s real. It exists. And it feels like a part of me made solid. I am jsut doing the final touches and letting a few trusted people have a read before I release it to the world. If you fancy a pre published read, let me know and ill send you an electronic copy.

Not just that. I’ve been writing lyrics again. Loads of them. Enough to fill a notebook and then some. Some angry, some hopeful, some that hit a little too close to home — all honest. The kind of songs I’ve been needing to write for years.

And if everything lines up the way I’m hoping it will… early in the new year I’ll be recording them. Releasing them. Letting them out into the world instead of keeping them locked in my head.

And maybe — just maybe — I’ll get myself back on a stage. Back under lights. Back in front of a crowd. Back to blasting out songs with everything I’ve got left in me with my old mucka Geordie doing what we do best.