“If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?”
Eyes on the road.
I am still so damn ill, I can barely keep myself upright. I am resigned that tomorrow I’ll need to phone in sick, and I hate doing that because it makes me feel so damn useless, but I am literally sick so I mean what else can I do? I won’t get much done if I feel like this tomorrow, or if I do I’ll just be making myself even more ill for Tuesday. I dunno. I feel wretched and frustrated that of course I managed to get so ill I can’t think straight on the week 2/3rds of my essays are due in. I just hope in my delirium I don’t do anything to mess either of them up. Bleh…
UPDATE: If you needed proof of how tired I am, you may have noticed that the last 8 posts are set a year in the past. It is 2023…
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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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