I am in so much discomfort that I’ve had to cave and use up four extra days of holiday to recover. Six days of peace, for me to – I really hope – start to feel less like banging my head against the wall until I pass out, the only reliable way I can think to get some sleep right now. I’ve not slept well in four days, and at all in half of those. This is so infuriating but again, I have time to recover, getting annoyed will only make it worse.
I’m keeping these brief while I’m ill because writing a thousand words is hard enough when you bend over in a nauseous coughing fit every three minutes. I’ll try and make them more than two lines though; that was when the migraine ruled the roost, and I think you can imagine what looking at a screen was like. Imagine writing a thousand words of that.
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I’m Sam, and I live to write. I spent most of the first 8 years of my adulthood trying to balance writing with a large amount of crap in my personal life, until towards the end of 2018 I threw everything out and started afresh with just my writing. I built the new me around one goal: I have to write at least 1,000 words a day. I called this goal 1K, and it changed my life. So long as I write a thousand words a day, the day is a success, and atop that I've managed over time to build the life I wanted all those years.
My greatest flaws as a writer is I still use too many adjectives, adverbs, connectives as openers, accidental passive voice and I don't force my work down people's throats enough on pain of extreme and unusual torture. My greatest strength is I know my greatest flaws and I'm working on them.
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