Thanks for this.

I love what you said about sitting down to write even when you don't want to. It's so important to just sit down and do the work.

Writing isn't always about inspiration. It's often just about turning up and writing regardless of how good the words are on that particular day. Habits and routine are a writer's best friend.

I am a copywriter.

That’s four words I never thought I’d utter. Ever.

I never viewed copywriting as a negative career choice.

I never viewed copywriting as a career choice at all.

Copywriting is something you arrive at after a very windy path. That’s been my experience. And from the growing number of conversations I’ve had with others, it’s not uncommon.

Three years ago, I rediscovered a love of writing. The catalyst for this was my marriage ending. I’d filed for divorce and my whole world was upended. I began to question everything about myself. …

This is the first poem I’m sharing on my blog. I will continue to share current drafts of poems I am working on. Feel free to leave feedback or if things were not clear in the comments.

It’s all love. I welcome what you have to say. Here it is:

7 Bar Loop

Loop the loop
Tie shoe laces
Perfect bunny ears
Can’t afford to trip
Run around the track
Like a needle traveling through grooves
I travel through time and space
Non-linear trajectory
Like shooting stars
Edges frayed
Pray hope don’t fade
Can’t promise myself a better tomorrow
Because tomorrow might have been yesterday and today might be tomorrow
Speed this…

I cut ALL my hair off. Shaved it to be more precise.

That must sound like the most ordinary thing you’ve read in a world saturated with Internet think pieces.

Tell anyone who’s known me for a good chunk of my life that I just shaved my head and they’ll choke on their cornflakes.

Let’s jump around coz linear narratives aren’t what I’m here for, not today at least.

During the Covid-19 crisis, I’ve been sitting here, like many of you watching my bank balance dwindle, with no income in sight. I took a break from that soul-crushing past time to open up my e-mails. I received a message from my hairdresser to say they’re shut until further notice. Problem is, my hair grows faster than a field of weeds drowning in horseshit.

No one can cut my hair, and even if that weren’t the case, I now can’t afford it.

Let’s jump timelines…

My local supermarket during the Corona Virus crisis

This morning, I woke up and all I could think about was my recent visit to the supermarket.

During my visit, you couldn’t find an egg or a loaf of bread. The shelves were so barren, you’d be hard-pressed to find a bread crumb or a speck of lint on them.

I was disappointed, but not shocked.

That is until I approached an employee at the supermarket, and we got into a conversation:

Me: “Hi, I’m just wondering, what time do you get deliveries?

I’d love to come around that time and get some groceries.”

Employee: “We get deliveries at…

I’m having a fascinating journey as a writer right now.

The past several weeks have been interesting. Some days I’ve lacked inspiration and other days I’ve been furiously jotting down ideas that I want to come back to.

Recently, I was reading a book called “ Feck Perfuction” by James Victore and an idea popped into my head. I jotted it down dutifully, as I had 15 other ideas the past couple of weeks. I was tempted to file it away, just like the others. I promised myself I’d return to it when I’m in a better position.

Fortunately, I’ve…

Far too much of my adult life has been shaped by what others wanted for me.

My parents wanted me to have an arranged marriage to a (British) Pakistani girl. I did that. It ended in divorce. Badly.

My parents wanted me to get proper qualifications and do “respectable work”. So I got an undergraduate business degree, then an MBA from London Business School. This was followed by a decade of working in startups. But something didn’t feel right, I never thrived in any of the jobs I did.

It led to low self-esteem and a lack of direction and…

“Love is an act of sacrifice”

This is from my favourite poem I’ve written over the past 3 years.

It was inspired by the closing lecture given by Robert McKee when I attended his Story seminar in May 2019.

This line is poetic. Beautiful.

But now I have to put it into practice.

I’m sitting in a cafe trying to arrange a coffee with my ex-wife. She’s received a lucrative job offer that will take her and our 10-year-old daughter out of London.

Where exactly? I don’t know yet. My ex-wife wants to discuss the details over a cup of…

I’ve been putting off writing this blog. The idea for this blog first emerged early in 2017. It was going to be called “Finding Haroon”

Back then seismic shifts were happening in my life. Namely:

1.) I admitted to myself that I had mental health issues and sought professional help.

2.) I ended my 10-year marriage. Not an easy choice, but a necessary one.

3.) I rediscovered my identity as an artist. Namely as a writer.

I wanted to document my journey. It didn’t happen.

The past 3 years were turbulent. I went through numerous mental health breakdowns. I suffered…

Haroon Khan

Storyteller | Copywriter | Poet | Selecta

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