December 7th, 2021 – 1,168

~ Sam Shuttleworth

You know, for the worst week of the year so far – bad enough I subconsciously wrote November 7th at the top of the post – I feel as if there’s a reason to try and have hope. Today was awful, but I got a lot done. If I can keep my head on straight, I can hold onto my sanity until Christmas. After that, I dunno I guess we’ll see. I’m just gonna go to sleep in three and a bit hours and hope I find a little more strength tomorrow. I have to hope it’s going to get better. I did manage to write 1,000 decent-ish words of HOR, even if I just scraped the bare minimum of editing. I know no one actually reads these posts but all the same, I am sorry how depressing the last few have been. Yeah I know I let these be raw and it’s not as if they’re often a barrel of laughs but all the same, I hope I get a bit more pleasant to deal with soon.

Also, I really need to write a happy story after I finish this series. Granted they’re not sad books per se, but they sure are heavy.

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.