November 14th, 2020 – 780

~ Sam Shuttleworth

Sometimes I really don’t understand why I order pizza. I always feel bleugh afterwards and yet the idea of pizza in my head is always so good. I have no clue what’s going on there – it’s not a good intolerance, the crossover with cheesy pasta (no ill effects) is too high. But other than feeling a pinch blugh I’m ok, writing, and exhausted.

Writing by hand is lovely, and I have missed it, but there is a mental barrier that’s not often there for regular writing on a PC. It’s a lot easier to type on autopilot for sure, which isn’t a good thing if you want better work out of a first draft, but it sure gets one in the can easier. But for a story I have some ideas about but otherwise haven’t planned, a first draft I’m forced to rewrite is no bad thing.

I need sleep. Going to do my best to get a full night’s rest tonight, which I haven’t managed in a while. Assuming that pizza doesn’t keep me awake…

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.