I have not written a single word yet today. Chained two days of god-awful sleep and it is catching up to me big time. I’m feeling pretty grim and less than 7 hours last night did not help that. So when I sat down to write this morning, no dice.
I first moved to the lounge, where I enjoyed a few minutes of screaming obscenities into the sofa cushions. It’s an old pastime of mine. Then I played Magic Arena for 4 and a half hours, went food shopping and now I’m off on a date, and I know what that means: Late, Target.
I hope it’s not at 1am…
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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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