Today went, a little better. I’m still exhausted, but I’m starting to climb out of that now, or at least enough that I should get my last assignment in with time to spare on Thursday. I wrote another script, which is nice, and now I’m just winding down for bed, and trying to work through this strange phenomenon where my anxiety seems to spike at night. It’s a recent thing, and I have no idea why, but it feels like my gut might be upset about something. Gotta keep an eye on that so I don’t get run down.
But tired as I am, I’m doing well. Head is above water, and I will get past this bump in the road. Maybe after Thursday I’ll stop feeling as poorly. I hope so.
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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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