I’m so done with being ill. I feel I have done a respectable job of not whinging about it on here but it’s starting to get irritating now. Like I can feel my gut threatening to fall back into it and I am just not having that. It’s making everything so much harder and I have enough on right now I don’t also want to be hacking and coughing every five minutes. But on the plus side, I am carrying on regardless. I guess maybe I’m more resilient than I gave myself credit. Now I just need to keep that momentum going for 4 years plus any further degrees and I’m all set.
In all honesty, being this ill and out of it, and still feeling I’ve made one of the best decisions of my life is a gratifying feeling.
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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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