It’s that time again. The year is new, and the resolutions are flying. Let’s see how my Will save goes this year.
Well, it’s finally happened. I’ve known for awhile that a few of my friends in our gaming group would be leaving at some point in the near(ish) future. That time has come. I haven’t quite worked out what’s going to happen between now and then, but there’s a fair chance I’m going to have to wrap up our campaign in two days’ time. I’ve planned for this. I’ve tried to steel myself for this. And yet, all I can think of is the last words of the tenth Doctor: “I don’t want to go!”. Forget about the words. I know I’m not the one leaving. Shut up.
In which Chatty chronicles the effect of his last depression (and recovery) on his writing career and how it shaped what he decided to go for.