Normally I try and keep these short because it’s late or I’m tired or stressed, but tonight it’s more because I overdid things a little. Rowing machine arrived and I got a ‘teensy’ bit carried away. So imma go lie down now and hope I don’t ache all over too much in the morning. TFS is going well, life is “normal”, all is well-ish but boy do I need to rest…
June 8th, 2020 – 621 – Day eighty four
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
