I need to stop medicating myself with air fried Mars bars. Yes they’re *technically* more healthy than their deep fried counterparts but they taste the same for a reason, and it’s not because they’re unclogging my arteries. But hey, I’m still in a weird place, what can you do. Probably why I have no intention of getting an early night. Writing might be done but I’m just, out of sorts. I don’t know.
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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