Today wasn’t as rosy. Really it wasn’t a bad day, and I got all my writing tasks done at a decent time. I even managed to row in the morning for once, which I haven’t been so good at for a long time. But some unfortunate timing issues cost me my evening plans after I had to turn down someone’s offer for evening plans, so it ended up quite a lonely note to end on. I am finding out every day I am far more extroverted than I imagined. Or more, I don’t cope so well when I prepare for a social hit, and nothing comes of it. What can you do.
TBS is still in a muddle, and what I should really is do some plotting planning, but it’s been so hard to keep my mood above water of late that I’m close to bare-minimum mode yet again. It’s infuriating. Again, what can you do. Guess all I can do right now is sleep. Man do I hate sleep.
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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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