There’s no big sales pitch here.

You won’t get a prompt to input your email address for more, and there won’t be any hyperlinks taking you to a book store, and I won’t even name the book store, and I won’t tell you what podcast to listen to, or retreat to go on, or course to take, or country to travel to, or any of that noise. You just get me.

And if you’ve read this far, then for some reason you want to know more. I’ll leave that reason with you. You don’t need to tell me. It’s ok. I respect that. I’m here for a reason too.

By the way, here is a café. It’s called Crave and this is my first visit. Thirty minutes ago I was at home with no intention of being here.

And then I decided I should be and that I should begin something. I’m going to call that something The Crave Essays.

That’s what this is; an essay, an article, some sentences in a document, a distraction, a way of tranquilizing that thing you were thinking about before the internet brought you here.

It’s an introductory offering, which can only mean I intend to produce others. Here’s where you come in.

I’m inviting you tell me the subject matter you want me to write about. If you don’t, and that’s all good, I’ll come up with one and you can take it or leave it.

But if you do, then we might just learn a little bit about each other; you know, me and you, and the people around us. I’ll just sit here and allow my fingers to type and once I’ve had too much coffee I’ll share my digits’ work with you.

You can tell me where to go, or make a polite comment on why you think I’m wrong or right, or send me a message, or stew internally and unfriend me.

And then the next subject will come along and perhaps we’ll patch up our relationship, or smile together, or connect in some way that makes the present time just a little bit more meaningful.

So, what do you reckon? Is that a yes? A gentle nod? Good, I’m glad. Until next time.

P.S This really is a genuine invitation. Let me know what you want me to write about.

It’ll go something like this: Joel has challenged me this week to argue why worrying is futile, or, Emily has requested I share my view on renting vs home ownership, or Jo wants me to explain why writing a book is both life-giving and madness. You get the gist.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

Best wishes, David.