About Scotty Boxa

I used to have a “normal” life, if you count triathlons, full-time work, and running a digital media company for big-shot clients like Radio Stations, McDonald’s, Telstra, and the QLD Government as normal.

Then my nervous system threw a tantrum. CRPS (Complex Regional Pain Syndrome) hit like a freight train with no brakes. I went from sprinting 5Ks to barely walking 250 metres without crying. Breathing hurt. Existing hurt. Doctors said it was “all in my head.” Fun.

Turns out, it wasn’t.

While the world locked down in 2020, I was already stuck in my own body. Couldn’t cook. Couldn’t work. Couldn’t move my right arm properly. So I did the only thing I could do, I started creating again. Slowly. Painfully. Between flare-ups. I built an online store, turned my photography and art into something tangible, and somehow, that chaos turned into a business.

Now? I live in a van named Thunder (yes, really), creating books, prints, and cheeky merch from wherever I’ve parked for the night. I write about burnout, boundaries, travel disasters, and dessert, with equal parts sarcasm and soul. My books include things like The Strong One Is Tired, Hold My Ducks, and Travel Fails & Epic Tales, aka stories that punch you in the feelings, then hand you snacks.

This isn’t some polished highlight reel.
It’s the messy middle.
The part where you’re wrecked but still writing.
Still making things.
Still laughing at how ridiculous it all is.

This isn’t the polished version. This is the messy, honest middle. The part where you’re tired but still trying. Still creating. Still laughing at the absurdity of it all.

So if you’re emotionally fried, slightly feral, and fueled by snacks and stubborn hope, you’re in the right place.

Come for the chaos. Stay for the cheesecake.