If it wasn’t for my writing, I don’t think I would even know what day of the week it was. I work most days, and it all blends into one puddle of fug in either case. But I’m doing ok in either case. I need to sleep now but I’m pleased with how my writing went. I’m conscious the writing is super unpolished, but it should be fixable. Anyway night night.
April 22nd, 2020 – 574 – Day thirty-seven
Published by Sam Shuttleworth
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. View all posts by Sam Shuttleworth