Ok, new conclusion: if I crave take out late at night, an intense row cures it. That’s the good news. The bad news is if you’ve got a big calorie deficit and haven’t drunk enough water, it also knocks you for 6. Aaaand I still need to write. I’m about to right now, but damn do I feel rough. Even so, the row did help lift my mood.
Sorry for the short one. My mood on that note has been pretty awful all day, and I think I’ll go curl into a ball for more than my 8 hours sleep after my 1K duties are done. One week of my personal lockdown left. I’m gonna be ok.
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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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