Thirty thousand words. I am, so tired and I need a quiet weekend. At least the flat will be tidy by the end of tomorrow. I’m really hoping that a tidy home will make my world feel less chaotic. Not really much else to say tonight, just that I really hope by Sunday I’m not writing these posts at 11pm. It’s been a long, everything.
February 19th, 2021 – 877
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. View all posts by Sam Shuttleworth