I had a bad day. Work was fine, quiet even after a while. But I got a bit obsessive gaming afterwards, stressed myself out and then, I screwed up. I ordered a pizza. Not a huge one, and I mean it had 2 of my 5 a day on it but, that was bad. I should be better than that. Why is my willpower so fragile? I guess, probably sleep. At least I can sleep in tomorrow. Also, at least tomorrow is no longer MAL’s deadline, though with possibly as few as 2,500 words left, maybe I will. I guess we’ll see. A lot of ‘I guess’ tonight. So, I guess I better sleep. At least tomorrow is a day off.
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