Nice. Plus a thoudand. Actually today was nice, and stressful, and relaxed, and tiring. Today was, a day. I wish I wroter sooner but then, I feel that was going to be a mission given how in disarray I feel at the moment. Still, a four day week, a relatively under control work queue and to be honest, everything to look forward to. All is ok. Except for TBS, that’s turning into a disaster and I’m not sure what this book is about anymore. I may need to go back to the drawing board, even as I keep writing ahead as if it’s all fine. It’s totally fine. It’s not fine…
August 30th, 2021 – 1,069
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