No prompt for today; there is a prompt but I didn’t feel like doing it. Nothing wrong with it so much as I just wasn’t feeling that particular question. So it was my birthday, and my first ever one away from home which was, a little weird. I do have some melancholia about that, which is no mark against Seattle or the day I shared with my partner. We had a lovely time visitng Pike’s Place and the Pink Door, and then visiting the Aquarium. I had a lovely time, and we’re doing a soft-continuation of the day tomorrow too, assuming my health picks up as I am feeling quite run down.
But yes, a lovely day, but a strange feeling too. A lot to process. But I am ok; I’ve done all my writing, and now I’m going to go get some sleep.
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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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