Another long day. They’re all long at the moment. I came very close to managing to find some calm before the thing I’m dreading tomorrow, namely finding out what this referral for my health turns up. In a cruel twist, I either end up with a diagnosis that while benign has no cure, or I don’t get the diagnosis, and that might actually kill Project4. And that was before the evening deteriorated. Just gotta try and keep above water right? Mum said I looked very tired today. I really wish I was better at hiding it. It’s been a long year. But at least, hopefully, this wretched book will be done tomorrow. One less thing to worry about.
Very tired.
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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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