So today was a Monday, and not too unlike most other Mondays. I got up, had breakfast – that’s a little new – and got to work. I cleared a bunch of my queue, albeit still leaving 30 or so jobs to finish up with net ins and outs. But all of this happened from home. Today marks three weeks of isolation, though it won’t be until 4pm tomorrow that it becomes a full three weeks. It’s still surreal, and only moreso with what’s going on in the world. Now the Prime Minister is in intensive care and the country is left pretty rudderless, even more so.
Keeping things in a realm I can get my head around, TFS is now at a word count of 6,400 words. This right on the back of WHT is sweet enough, but today also saw another pretty neat development. So I’ll leave you with this: WHT has a cover.
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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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