Madness Ends Sometimes. The Gods Decree It,

‎our Ancestors Took This Land. They Took It And Made It And Held It. We Do Not Give Up What Our Ancestors Gave Us. They Came Across The Sea And They Fought Here, And They Built Here And They're Buried Here. This Is Our Land, Mixed With Our Blood, Strengthened With Our Bone. Ours!

And Yes, There's A Simplicity To Writing Books Because You're Not A Member Of A Team, So You Make All The Decisions Yourself Instead Of Deferring To A Committee.

The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate Slaughter, They Extol Kings And Flatter Queens, But Were I A Poet I Would Write In Praise Of Friendship.

Madness Ends Sometimes. The Gods Decree It, Not Man.

At Risk Of Sounding Foully Pompous I Think That Writers' Groups Are Probably Very Useful At The Beginning Of A Writing Career.