Today didn’t go so well. I got a full night’s sleep, exercised, ate well and was productive at work. But I’ve been running on fumes all day. All my energies are taxed away by some unseen force and I cannot deal with that. I even had a minor moment of open frustration at how messed up it all is. There is nothing else I can be doing and I’m still too tired to function. The novel keeps marching on, but I don’t know for sure how much longer I can if I’m not going to get any energy for sleeping or eating. I can’t keep working on IOUs.
April 26th, 2021 – 943
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