I tried Grammarly, here is why you should too

It’s a great tool to learn how to improve your writing

Let’s get this out of the way first. I’m not being paid by nor am I in anyway connected to Grammarly. I simply tried the free version and saw a huge improvement in my writing. Because of that I wanted to share.


Writing tools, they are everywhere. So is the advice on what to use. It can be confusing, there is so much information online.

As someone who started writing online recently. I resisted that advice for a long time.

Why would I want to write in a program where a computer tells you how good your writing is?

It’s a valid question.

There are people who will insist that it’s pointless and won’t help you in the long run. They believe that the computer will take over writing for you.

For the rest of us though, these free to use tools can be invaluable. Many of us who decide to write don’t have a formal education in it. Writing is hard enough without having to worry about structure and grammar all the time.

While we should edit our work without mercy. There is nothing worse than our internal editor showing up to ruin the writing process.

That’s where free writing tools come into their own. You can write in them without distraction. Knowing that when you are finished the software has run through your work. There is a list of tips there that you can action to start the editing process.

This approach works for me, for two reasons:

1. I love a long sentence. These programs train me to keep it short and structured.
2. I struggle with Grammar, if I don’t have help then my writing is hit and miss.

For structure I use another program called Hemmingway which I wrote about here:Trying HemmingwayA game changer for writers?medium.com

Once I’m done writing the story and reviewing it in Hemmingway. I move onto Grammarly.

Once that review is done, I move onto Medium and format it there. The last step is that I then read out loud, make any changes, and publish.

How Grammarly helps me in this process is:

– It gives me suggestions to clean up my spelling, grammar, and punctuation
-It gives direction to the clarity of my writing. The direction, the engagement, and the clarity of what’s on the page come from the suggestions provided by the software.

As a free resource (there is a premium option) it’s fantastic. I don’t know of any other resource, that helps me as much in my writing.

Over time, my writing has improved. My understanding of grammar and punctuation has also increased and it’s helped me find my voice.

As a result, I spend less time using these programs to edit, which leaves me more time for writing. The engagement in my writing has increased and as a result, I find myself motivated to write even more.

If you have read the advice about these tools and thought it was all just hype. I would say take another look and spend 5 minutes exploring them.

I think you would be pleasantly surprised at what they have to offer and the lessons we can learn from using them.

The power of the sea

A poem about the sea

A shimmering mirror,

a powerful force,

mother natures pride,

in blue, green and gray.

Calm and friendly one minute,

a raging storm the next,

every hour exciting,

who knows what she will bring next.

Those who understand her,

know respect and fear,

such a powerful force,

mixed with beauty and freedom.

A hot day in the tropics,

or a storm in the cold North sea,

both have a beauty and calmness,

that can only be found at sea.

Never stop respecting,

a calm sea never made skilled sailor,

spend some time there and you’ll know why!

Confessions of a recovering junk food addict

There are more glamourous addition’s out there, but this one is just as powerful and destructive.

Addiction

It’s an incredibly emotional and powerful subject.
Even picking out an image for this story was tough.

Today I want to talk about an addiction. One that’s not made glamourous by Hollywood.

It’s not a sex drugs and rock’n’roll addiction either.

The patterns of self-destruction and ruined health are the same though.

I’m talking about that most modern of addictions…

Junk food

One definition of an addiction is:

Addiction is when the mind and body need a substance to function. Taking that substance away causes physical and psychological withdrawal.

Having been there and come out the other side. I can tell you that addiction to sugary and high carb/fat content food is real.

It’s a real addiction with real consequences and real health issues. It’s also very tough to quit.

Like other addictions, you are never cured. All you can do is recover and try every day not to fall back into it.

The reason I write this is to highlight this issue and share with others. So that they don’t have to go down the same path of discovery.

They say that you are what you eat, it’s taken me about 32 years to work that out.

My diet was awful, sugary drinks and snacks between meals. The meals themselves pizza, burgers, fries. All my own choices, all addictive and all destructive.

Through my twenties, my health declined and at my worst, I weighed 145kgs or around 320lbs.

I was morbidly obese and pre-diabetic. Over time I have lost over 30kgs/60lbs of that weight and regained my health. I’ve also regained my fitness, although I still have around 20kgs/40lbs left to lose. It’s an ongoing journey.

The hardest part of it all? Changing my eating habits.

Recovery and Reeducation

It took me months to work out what was happening. I could go for a few days eating well, drinking water or tea, and exercising. I would feel good when I made those changes. But the next thing I knew I was 8 cokes deep into the day, sitting eating junk food at lunchtime.

As much as I tried, I was struggling to break the cycle. After a lot of soul searching and research, I finally worked out I’m addicted.

I always have known I have an addictive personality, it’s what’s made me terrified of drugs for example. I just never made the link between the food I was eating and the chemicals being released in my brain.

Once I understood that I could begin to tackle my issues properly. This is an addiction like any other and it needs to be treated accordingly.

What works for me is making small changes. The first that I made was my relationship with sugary drinks, which I wrote about on medium.The biggest and best lifestyle change I have ever madeSwitching from Soda to Sparkling watermedium.com

After that went well, it’s been a case of making changes one at a time.

As with any addiction taking one step at a time and counting each day is key.

The support you get from family and friends is also key I have found.

Today about 18 months on from my first real attempts to change its working. Like I said I’m slowly and healthily losing both the weight and the medical issues that I had collected.

I’m much more open to trying new foods and for the last 6 weeks, I have been trying a vegetarian diet. No salad as yet, but it will come.

My main message here is that, if you are stuck in the same cycle that I was help is available. You can change your lifestyle and improve your health.

Yes, it’s frustrating at times and it’s hard work. But in the end, even though there are good days and bad. The positive change makes it all worthwhile.

After all, who wouldn’t want to be lighter, healthier, and here for longer?

Life is meant to be enjoyed. But as anyone who has suffered from addiction will tell you sometimes that easier said than done.

The great thing is that with support there is always light at the end of the tunnel.

Junk food junkie

A Poem about Junk Food from a recovering addict

Oh I’m a junk food junkie,

a sad but simple truth,

get it any way I can,

till my health comes home to roost.

Junk food is a lifeline,

works on depression, sadness, pain,

weight gain is the side affect,

bad health the end game.

I want to change my lifestyle,

get my health back on the path,

thought this would be easy,

but quitting is no laugh.

Junk food has a hold on me,

it’s scary but so true,

the sweats, anxiety,

the sleepless nights,

all over simply food.

Smoking, drugs and sex,

rock and rock excess,

but just with eating junk food,

I got into the same mess.

Don’t let the smokescreen fool you,

the health concious are so right,

what you are is what you eat,

for anything unhealthy,

just keep it for a treat!

Altruism, is it really good to give?

The science behind why giving feel’s good

Giving feels pretty good. Other than it being good for my pride I was never sure why that was.

Over the past few days, I’ve been looking at it in more detail. It turns out that science has the answers actually.

The science behind the feel-good factor

If you have ever given anything to charity, paid it forward in the line, or any act of kindness. Chances are you felt pretty good about it afterward. Other than our pride what causes that?

  1. Giving stimulates our brains. Altruism feed’s the pleasure, social connection, and trust centers in the brain. These produce endorphins which are known as the helpers high. In turn, because we feel good, we are more likely to repeat the behavior.
  1. It decreases stress. Helping others calms us down and focuses our minds on other people’s issues. This has mental and physical health benefits. People who give or volunteer have lower stress levels and lower blood pressure. Compared to those who don’t practice altruism. According to some studies in the U.S.
  2. The more we give, the better our chances of receiving. The more connections we build over time, the better the chance that we will receive ourselves in a time of need. What goes’ round comes around as they say.

There are other studies that suggest that when someone expresses gratitude. It is also good for our health, which again persuades the brain to repeat the behavior.

As it turns out Altruism is good all round then. This may be one of the reasons it’s increasing. Society may be feeling the collective benefit.

Whatever the reason, it’s always nice to be nice. As it turns out it’s evenbacked by science.

The Old Devil Diver

A short story from the deep

Days spent at sea with nothing to do. The pain of a sailor’s life.
No surprise then that stories, mischief, and mayhem pass the time.
It was on such a day that “the old devil diver” made an appearance on the C.S Lewis.

A sturdy old longliner steaming out of Aberdeen. She was heading for the Arctic fishing grounds north of Iceland.

New to the crew was the apprentice young Davie, on his first trip at sea.

Five days into eight-day steam and the crew were looking for mischief. As so often happens with youngsters Davie was a willing victim.

Keen to make a good impression on both the skipper and crew. Between long hours spent being seasick, he had spent his time trying to learn from the crew.

Now he was finally getting his sea legs. Hanging off the skipper and crews every word he was soaking up everything around him. Savoring the sights, the sounds, and the experience.

Not everyone was quite so keen. As usual, having a kid onboard was a pain in the ass. Yes, in the end, he would become an asset. But the first trip was always the worst. A heady mix of seasickness and enthusiasm.

Enough to drive you mad thought the skipper. Still, you couldn’t ignore the boy’s enthusiasm. Maybe you could dent it though.

As the young man headed below to deal with seasickness once again, a plan was forming in the skipper’s mind.

In the galley, the skipper told the crew of his plan over tea and cigarettes.

The legend of the old devil diver was born.

Like any good ‘wind up’ as they called it. They would have to start out slowly and build up to a terrifying but hilarious ending.

The next morning over breakfast it started. Little looks amongst the crew over the table. Small pieces of information shared. Lots of shaking heads, basically anything to build the tension and get the boy hooked.

Of course, the plan worked and after much hard thought, the mate took Davie aside. He told him the tale of the “Old devil diver”. These things were all superstition and rubbish he said. But sailors being superstitious people some of the crew believed the legend.

50 or so years ago in the 1880s, a boat had needed repairs at sea. The skipper was an awful man, tough on the crew and the alcohol. He was hated but he was also a diver.

As he jumped overboard in his gear to repair the boat the crew had cut his airlines and rope. The body never was found of course. But it was said that this wicked old skipper now haunted ships in the area, looking for his crew. They called him the “Old devil diver”. There were lots of reports about the crew going missing in the night. Only to reappear talking nonsense about a diver coming to kill them all.

As the day wore on, the tension rose. They were 2 days away from the grounds with lots to do in preparation. As the skipper tried to get the crew to work they seemed more and more distracted.

Having run out of patience the skipper decided to try and use the boy Davie. He couldn’t be any more useless than the rest of the crew.

Davie delighted spent the next several hours as the skipper’s best friend. Being shown how to set the compass, mend the lines, and prepare the bait. The afternoon and early evening passed in a blur.

As darkness descended the tension rose again. Over dinner, all the talk was of the diver.

As the crew broke up and went to bed, the skipper had another job for Davie.

“Davie I need you to go into the forepeak where we keep all the fishing gear and get me out the spare shackle.”

Delighted again to be of use, Davie grabbed a paraffin lamp and went below deck. At the front of the boat in the forepeak, he found an old-line, hooks, and barrels, in fact, a real mess.

As time passed he thought he could feel a presence in the room and some noise. It couldn’t be, it must be his imagination.

s time passed he again thought he heard maybe a grunt. No couldn’t be he said to himself. Just then he felt a light pressure on this ankle. Thinking it was caught up in some line, he turned to free it.

Only the sight that met him was otherworldly. No, it couldn’t be, but as the grunting got louder and the pressure on his ankle increased it became clear.

The old devil diver was real. Not only was it real but it had a hold of him.

He kicked and kicked as the old diver grabbed him tighter. After some time he got free, smashing the paraffin lamp in the process.

Running back down the dark corridors of the ship screaming as he ran. Davie fell over tools, hit his head on beams, but nothing could stop him. He had to get away and alert the crew.

He managed with some difficulty to get to the safety of the wheelhouse. “What the bloody hell happened to you?” asked the skipper.

Out of breath Davie started to tell his story. The crew listened intently with straight faces and serious concern.

“Sounds like you had a lucky escape their young man,” said one of the crew.

“Where’s Danny the Bosun,” asked another of the crew.

“He must’ve been taken when I got away,” said Davie full of concern.

It was clear what needed to happen. The crew would have to search the boat.

As they got out onto the deck, they got their first sight of the diver. As he came closer it seemed to be shouting and taking off his helmet.

In the half-light of the evening, he looked a little like Danny thought Davie.

As he turned around he to tell the skipper, the crew were all holding onto each other howling with laughter.

Davie realized what had happened. As youngsters often do, he took great offense. Refusing to speak to the skipper for the rest of the trip.

A week later though and he was back at sea again. All previous crimes against him forgotten. Dreaming of the day when he was in the wheelhouse and that old devil diver was loose on his boat…

Vaccination Nation

A poem about the power of vaccination

Smallpox, polio, measles,

diseases of the past,

killed of by the vaccine,

health was here to last.

Today there is a new plight,

no vaccine here in sight,

experts in labs are working,

through the tunnel towards the light.

We are a species run on vaccines,

medicines and hope,

new threats come out to greet us,

our science fights them off.

Evolutions, science, money,

the building blocks of modern life,

if not for the humble vaccine,

our health would feel more strife.

Medical altruism, would you pay a vaccine forward?

Why this might be the new normal for altruistic giving.

This is a question that popped into my head last night.

I was watching a very interesting documentary on Netflix. It was all about pandemics and vaccines.

Now while I thought the science of it all was very interesting. My partner didn’t and is still freaking out this morning.

One thing that did grab both our attention though was the issue with vaccines.

No not the cost of research, the availability of grants for development, or the time to market.

The thing that caught our attention was the cost on the open market and the knock-on effects.

Once the vaccine is developed. A pharmaceutical company buys a license to produce it.

So far so good and this is normal business practice for a product.

This is where the issues begin and its this problem which medical altruism may solve.

The high cost of vaccination

The global population in May 2020 was around 7.8 billion people.

This is where things get difficult for the vaccine’s. As a product sold by a business they have to pay for themselves and return a profit.

Something like the polio vaccine that’s been around for 60–70 years costs between $1 and $2 per dose. It’s given at childhood and so costs are quite low. In other words, it has already paid for itself.

That $2 is the cost of production, the storage, packaging, logistics, and profit margin. Not crazy.

There are 130 million children estimated to be born each year. If I was very positive and said each child gets vaccinated that’s a global cost to governments of $130 million.

Not much at all, in fact about 0.01% of global GDP.

A new vaccine though for a new coronavirus as an example. That’s a different story. Costs will range from $10 -$100 per dose based on some estimates.

Herd immunity needs 60% of the global population to be immunized. That’s 4.68 billion people.

The cost of that program would be somewhere between 47 and 470 billion dollars.

More than governments would spend on public health. This is also much, much more than the poorest countries can afford.

In a society where altruism is on the rise, it begs the question???

Should we embrace Medical Altruism?

We know altruism is a noble cause and it feels pretty good. We pay it forward at Starbucks. We sponsor charity events etc.

Why not sponsor vaccination?

If a vaccine costs $10 there is the case for paying it forward. Costs about the same as paying it forward at Starbucks or McDonalds for example.

The only difference is good it will do. Paying it forward no longer just makes someone’s day, it saves a life.

Of course, there needs to be a framework in place for that to work, it’s not like the drive-thru line.

That can be created though and there are already organizations such as the red cross or the MSF. They have that in place and do take the donations.

One of the only ways we can tackle this issue is by coming together and paying it forward. The sad reality is that government’s won’t cover the total cost and the vaccines won’t be developed and released without their being a profit attached to them.

Question is for $10 or $100 would you pay it forward if you could?

It’s a big question to consider. On one hand we expect government to pick up the bill. But where they can’t or won’t will we as society step up?

The golden harvest

A Poem about summertime in the garden

The golden sun and water,

working hand in hand,

green shoots and new flowers,

sprouting from the land.

Through spring and summer changes,

life is all around,

vegetables and flowers big and small.

All sizes and colors are here,

from the green tree’s to white roses,

fresh fruits from the tree,

pumpkins from the ground,

the cycle of life goe’s round.

Now comes the golden harvest,

the food from our own land,

tasting all the sweeter,

grown by our own hand.

My Watch

Another Poem about time…

The watch on my wrist tells the time,

2 hands and a face suits me fine.

A 10 dollar quartz,

or a solid gold rolex.

When a watch is on my wrist,

I’ll always look my best.