Posted on by Craig Faulkner
Morning arrives with a scream, as it does most week days. Despite the hour, I'm relieved to know it isn't mine, though after some of the dreams I've had lately, it wouldn't surprise me if it was. The scream comes from an alarm clock, but it sometimes takes my brain a few seconds to figure that out. It's the k… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
In the last year, I've done relatively little writing. Granted, I have perhaps rattled off somewhere in the region of a hundred thousand words across several minor, personal projects, none of which will ever see the light of day, but I've done next to nothing on my (hopefully) more commercial works. I have se… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
When I was a very young boy, I received a red, rubber ball as a present. The ball was, presumably, partly full of liquid, and when it rolled, it would stutter along the ground, occasionally changing direction, seemingly at random. As a child, it never occurred to me that such a thing might have water in it. I… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
As I write this, I've not long arrived home from day one of a two day training session on the latest version of our company's CRM system. The organisation I've worked for since 2001 was acquired by a much larger organisation almost eighteen months ago and as of January this year was merged with two others lik… Read more »