December 25th, 2022 – 1,551

~ Sam Shuttleworth

“Share what you know about the year you were born.”

For my, I wanna say 21st but it might have been 25th birthday – which I’d know if I bullet journalled back then or kept better written records, I got a super cool present: Every single copy of Private Eye from the year I was born. Fun fact, the one for the week I was born has a glossy cover, because it was their election special and they got Spitting Image to do a crossover cover. I mean what do I think of when I think of 1992? For some reason I don’t really think of LucasArts, as my main attachments are to 1990, 1991 and 1993 onwards, not really having much of a latch to 1992. Two elections obviously, both with, pretty dire consequences for the US and UK. I know that 1992 was an Olympics year and have no idea who hosted it – huh, I looked it up and it was Spain, I didn’t even know they had hosted one. I’m trying to think of non political stuff and drawing a complete blank, which is odd, because I have read about 1992 but none of it comes to mind. I’ll probably kick myself later.

Christmas is a day I always enjoy, which I am lucky for and thankful for. I’m knackered now, and while I don’t feel the concept of ‘good tired’ applies to me all that much for various reasons I’ll spare you, I am contented. I’m just finishing up my Christmas write up, which I do every year now and now we’re in post-main-story was allowed to cover target, though I did write another 475 words of PNG too. Starting to love that story, even if I am not super sure how I feel about the pacing just yet. While that gives me time to polish before publishing outside of this site, I would like to know where I’m sticking it, as so far I have no clue. I may just go FictionPress after all, I mean why not. Go with what you know right? Even if I did purge all my old stuff on there. Multiple times. Kinda regret that now, even if it does mean no legacy versions of TUS to confuse people.

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.