Being ill sucks. Being able to work anyway at least makes me feel less useless, but I don’t want to limp into 1K1K. I’m tired, but I want to be standing tall on that day. Yeah, it’s arbitary, but there’s only ever going to be one day of a thousand days of a thousand words. And, I think I finally figured out what I want to do for it. If I’m going to, then I need to make sure I have the energy when the day at last comes. In the meantime then, rest, recouperation and keep the work routine going. Recovery is going to take a while but, I’m tired of waiting for it. It’s been, a year and a half? Three years? Seven years? Ten years? There’s a lot of mounted stuff to work through. I want this to be my statement, a turning point, where I say enough. Two weeks. Tall order. But then, I started 1K in that.
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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