It's been a long time since I started, all the writers that inspired me are gone, all but one. He too disappears for months, comes back like he'd never left, and vanishes once again.
I didn't know why I hadn't moved on like the others, I don't fell like writing, but I can't stop thinking about the next chapter of the story for a single day and that's fine actually.
Not everthing needs an end, you can let it gather dust for years then pick it up when the mood strikes again like an old game from your childhood.
Even if there's no one to read, even if takes 5 years. I will finish Inevitable Suffering because I like it as meaningless and cringe as it may be.
