Prior to 1K, I used to say November was my absolute worst month. Then I managed to power through 2018’s November and it seemed those days were passed. 2019 and yes, even 2020’s Novembers ended up good. This November was worse than those at University. I am an emotional and physical mess at the end of it, and so burned out I am not sure where I go from here. I know why I feel especially bad today, from a combination of factors, not least of which being the fatigue and bottled stress of the last two years at last washing over me in a tsunami. Months are arbitary markers, so the fact that November ends in less than a minute is small comfort, but I hope things finally get easier in my life. I need them to. Time’s running out.
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