Don’t you just love when you focus on rest and relaxation and end up getting ill instead? Isn’t it the best? It’s entirely my own fault but I can damn well be salty about it if I want to, and I can be about sleeping fifteen hours when I wanted to get up early. I just, eugh. I’d say at least writing is going well but every scene feels like dragging my feet through syrup, and you can’t even eat the syrup because now it’s had feet in it. Also, it’s hypothetical, which is the WORST kind of syrup!
Can you tell I am very tired…
Can you tell I am FRUSTRATED that I slept fifteen, damn, hours, and am still tired…?
Bleh…
The writing quality is still getting better. That’s something. Nothing to write home about but every little helps right?
I’m going to bed…
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.
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