Intoducing "Something In Between"
I’ve been trying to work out where a certain kind of thinking belongs.
Not the finished stuff - but thinking that happens before that. Or sometimes after, questions hang around like the final guests at a party.
The moments in between briefs and outcomes, confidence and doubt. Between knowing what you’re doing and realising that you don’t (which is when the magic happens).
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A lot of professional writing is designed to sound certain.
It defines and labels, and in doing so, closes things down. Much of the work I care about - in storytelling and communication - happens in a more tentative register.
It happens when:
These moments rarely make it into case studies but they’re where learning begins.
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A favourite poem (don’t worry it’s short):
Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It's too high!
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COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came, and he pushed,
And they flew.
(Christopher Logue)
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Something Inbetween is a place for the edges. Thoughts that don’t fit anywhere else.
It’s not here to persuade you of anything - just to hold a bit of thinking in public.
I work through Toffee Hammer. This isn’t where I explain what we do. It’s where I notice how things feel when we give attention to the unresolved - without rushing to our phones. Some pieces will be short, others might take their time.
There won’t be a regular schedule.
I have enough deadlines.
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Call To Inaction
If you’re reading this, you don’t need to do anything. You don’t need to agree or argue (though feel free to start a conversation).
But if you’re someone who works in the gaps between creative and corporate, thinking and doing, confidence and learning - then you might recognise the territory. Maybe Something In Between will give you a moment to think.
Thank you for reading.
This sums up a good part of my life. In Japanese there is a wonderful world for it. "Ma" -thinking about the space between-
Love the intent, Ben, and the Call to Inaction. I've always enjoyed edges and risk. I felt a pang of poignancy reading John Logue's poem you shared. As a poet who died in old age nearly 15 years ago, he had of course lived through many times that challenged concepts of trust. Did he also share the scepticism that abounds today around trusting anyone in authority? Or might it have felt more reasonable to allow oneself to be pushed by the commanding voice?