Aspasia
Sage
This may be a small thing to many, but some of my online friends in a writing chat I've been in for years had a terrible fight and the small community is breaking up for real. We've laughed, cried, and supported each other daily for years. I don't even talk to my real life friends that often sometimes. I'm heartbroken and feeling down. It is awful how terribly fragile communities can be. As an extremely reserved person, it's very hard for me to form strong friendships and become part of a community, and those that I do have are few. So when they break up, it's a deep shock.
We were more than a writing chat, though that was the reason we originally started our tiny group. Every evening for hours we'd share funny stuff on the internet, talk about our daily lives, give each other advice and support. I taught someone to code and install Linux from scratch over chat. A few of us started a minuscule flash fiction competition together. Someone else would always post pictures of the night sky from their rural home for me because I've lived in cities my whole life, and I loved looking at all the stars. We'd read each other's stories and even full novels (draft 1 or no). Every evening, for hours, for years. I don't think I've shared so much or been so close to many people in real life as I have been to people in that writing chat. And all of that is dwindling down now. I'm miserable.
I don't post on here as much as I ought (or used to). I tend to read a lot more than I post--always been that way on forums. But I want to say how thankful I am that Mythic Scribes as a community exists. Thank you for being here. This is one of the few places I have gone beyond just being a silent lurker, even if I am more quiet than not.
Sometimes you don't realize how horribly easy it is to lose something you have. This sounds melodramatic to me now upon rereading, but perhaps because I just don't have that many communities it's hitting me really hard.
Feel free to share your own stories of online communities you've been a part of. And thanks again for being here, scribes.
We were more than a writing chat, though that was the reason we originally started our tiny group. Every evening for hours we'd share funny stuff on the internet, talk about our daily lives, give each other advice and support. I taught someone to code and install Linux from scratch over chat. A few of us started a minuscule flash fiction competition together. Someone else would always post pictures of the night sky from their rural home for me because I've lived in cities my whole life, and I loved looking at all the stars. We'd read each other's stories and even full novels (draft 1 or no). Every evening, for hours, for years. I don't think I've shared so much or been so close to many people in real life as I have been to people in that writing chat. And all of that is dwindling down now. I'm miserable.
I don't post on here as much as I ought (or used to). I tend to read a lot more than I post--always been that way on forums. But I want to say how thankful I am that Mythic Scribes as a community exists. Thank you for being here. This is one of the few places I have gone beyond just being a silent lurker, even if I am more quiet than not.
Sometimes you don't realize how horribly easy it is to lose something you have. This sounds melodramatic to me now upon rereading, but perhaps because I just don't have that many communities it's hitting me really hard.
Feel free to share your own stories of online communities you've been a part of. And thanks again for being here, scribes.