There are very few events, situations, or people who make me so angry I have to fight myself for control of what I do. Last night presented such a situation.
I belong to a very good writers’ group. The people in this group have all been published, with two exceptions. One of those exceptions is very new to writing; the other is the problem of which I speak.
This person seems to have the opinion that since he is older than the rest of the group he knows more than we do. It doesn’t matter what the subject is. That’s annoying enough.
Then he went too far. He has begun to insult and denigrate one of the women in the group because she hasn’t been writing lately. He knows that she’s having some serious health issues, but doesn’t seem to think that matters. He has absolutely no concern nor even simple compassion for anyone!
Okay…the person he has insulted and hurt is a friend of mine, so that doesn’t make my feelings on the matter any easier to handle.
But come on! If someone is dealing with a potentially life-threatening health problem, how crass, crude, stupid, and utterly soul-less do you have to be to stoop to insulting that person for not writing!?