You might have gathered yesterday that I was not in the happiest of moods as I finished up my day, and that I didn’t write especially early. Well today was that again, but with less company and more seething stress by myself, and less adherance to the diet, so all in all a write off. But it did have one bright spot: I figured out the perfect turning point/midpoint for TBS, and I’m set up to write it tomorrow, meaning I only overshot by 7,000 words. Yay. Yeah there’s no way to polish today, it sucked, and I am going to need to declare next weekend off limits if I’m to avoid just menally crashing at this point. You know if I’m admitting it to my imaginary readers here that I’m serious.
One day I’ll get my act together.
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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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