Ok, made it to Friday, sleep is fixed, diet fixed, exercise is almost fixed, energy levels haven’t budged and are actually much worse. Wait what? Why? Why body, what do you want from me? You are rested, fed, watered and active, what do you need? Yeesh.
HOF keeps plodding on. Still weak, still needs a radical overhaul, but I’m going to take this week as a success at work and just accept that some weeks I cannot write decent prose to save my life. Maybe a quiet weekend will help…
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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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