Slept in a bit today

And I think I figured out why yesterday bugged me so much and I wrote that crashout. 

One of my most regular writing group members announced he was quitting because he didn't like our submission format. Not hiatus. Quitting. And it's like. We've met weekly since 2020. Six years. Does that not mean anything to you?

And now the group is so small they're not sure if they want to keep going. I don't have much of a social life which is normally fine but I've met with these people for SIX. YEARS. How do you just throw it away like it's nothing? 

If you love something, you never quit at it. Ever. And so...

First off, fuck quitters. Pardon the French. No sympathy. If I'm not important enough to you then fuck you.

Second off, this has to mean nothing other than: I will keep writing. I will do my best to keep both my groups running, but if they crash I'll find another. And if that one crashes then fuck them. I will try even harder to make my chapter cadence increase so I can finish one per week. And in the next few years, I'll be published and it won't matter anymore. None of the lost time will. 

I'm going to be one of the best authors in the world. And when my books are on shelves then they'll finally see how much I cared. 

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