So TBS is on its 4th day and, well the first chapter and a half are good, and what I wrote today was, awful. I can tell when I’m writing a section I’m going to rewrite from scratch later, and the feeling ain’t a great one. Yes, I’ve left what are essentially detailed notes in the form of story, and the plot points are good, but man, the prose is weak. I can do better than this. Of course, this week’s theme has been ‘I can do better than this’. It’s also been one of ‘sometimes people outstay their welcome’, and I’m having to make some tough choices if I want to be thrown into a week like this again one day.
Not, the happiest note I’ve ended on. Granted, after 2020/21, far from the lowest, but I do not feel good right now. Didn’t even go to the shop, and that, well that worries me.
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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.
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