Jamie Jackson
Bio
Between two skies and towards the night.
Stories (148/0)
What Are Life Skills and Are They Important?
“Forget Being a Genius and Develop Some Skills” - Jerry Saltz These words, “forget being a genius and develop some skills” are written by Jerry Saltz in his book How to Be An Artist. It's a wonderful, easy to read guide on how to approach creativity, full of wisdom, tips and tricks on how to grease your creative wheels. It's also a New York Times bestseller.
By Jamie Jackson3 years ago in Motivation
- Top Story - September 2021
If You’re Going Through Hard Times, Read This
If you’re going through a hard time right now, I have a message for you. I'm not a guru nor a psychotherapist, but I've been there. Perhaps not in the same way you are now, but I've been to dark places, I've lost people I've loved, I've had heartbreak, I've self-harmed, battled an OCD, I've gone to therapy to undo the damage of a tumultuous childhood, I've clawed some sanity back from the jaws of defeat.
By Jamie Jackson3 years ago in Motivation
Stop Listening to These 3 Productivity Hacks
Hacks, techniques, mental models, call them what you will, people love to talk about how to be more productive. Productivity porn is everywhere. The more smart and sciencey it sounds, the more corporate consultants and personal development gurus throw them around in conversation as a sort of productivity flex.
By Jamie Jackson3 years ago in Motivation
The Best Fantasy Sci-Fi World You've Never Heard Of
In 1998, a prophetic photo of Jeff Bezos was taken. He is leaning against a warehouse shelf full of books, wearing preppy, geeky clothes with a wry smile sitting across his face, as if he knew all along he'd become the richest man in the world.
By Jamie Jackson3 years ago in Futurism
The Curious Incident of the Bull in the Nighttime
I love the night. I love the quiet, the stillness, the shimmering lights on the horizon spied from an upstairs window, the coolness of the air, the almost inaudible hum of a main road or motorway far off in the distance that was imperceptible during the hustle and bustle of the day but now seeps in through an open window carried by the night air.
By Jamie Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
The Mythology of Beasts
It was the third sunny night in a row. The Spring Equinox had come and the entire arctic circle was to stay bathed in weak sunlight until early October. They called this area of the world 'Land of the Midnight Sun', a title way too glamorous in the eyes of Sophia, who thought of it more as an expansive, white shithole.
By Jamie Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
Thick Tank
Tank looked at the heavy brown paper box in his hands and felt angry. Anger had served him so well over the years he'd never felt the urge to expand his range of emotions. He was angry all the time, from light irritation all the way up to murderous, bone-breaking fury. He'd broken enough bones in his time, that's for sure, his shovel hands and gigantic frame making light work of it. Once or twice he'd killed a man. Maybe three times. He didn't remember.
By Jamie Jackson3 years ago in Criminal