This week has been awful. My routine is shot, I’m exhausted, and the words came out like sludge. I need a holiday, but at this point that’s become one of the weird ironies of day to day life, a purgatory where nothing is quite all ‘work’, and I’m never really off. I’ll be fine. I’m just knackered.
Published by Sam Shuttleworth
I’m Sam, and I live to write. I spent most of the last 10 years 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. 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. View all posts by Sam Shuttleworth