Day of excess eating, good company and as it turns out, late writing. The former two are good, even the excess as I don’t exactly care about maintaining a trim figure; food tastes too good to fight for much more than breaking even. But late writing? That sucks just as long as it always has. Still need to tonight.
Reading IT by Stephen King, as I’ve wanted to for years now but for the longest time I’ve resisted reading fiction. Yeah, I know that’s a bizarre thing for someone who lives to write fiction to day, but to be fair it’s more for every fiction book I read, I read like 3 nonfiction ones, and I listen to every book multiple times. I’ve reread King’s 11/22/63 at least 6 times now. IT is a good book, enjoying it. I’m aware of the ‘infamous’ scene later on but even knowing that’s going to happen I’m still liking it.
Now to write…
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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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