50, Yes.
When I started this, I didn't know what I was building.
I had an idea, a rough shape of something, a place where writers could gather and talk about craft without the noise of social media and the pressure of performance. I called it The Writers Academy (well, not at the beginning, first months it was about copywriting) because that felt right. But a name is just a name. The real thing gets built by the people who walk in.
And then you arrived. One by one, quietly, answering a question about what matters most to you in life. Faith. Family. Writing. Money. Sometimes all four.
And I started to understand what kind of community this actually was.
Not a classroom. Something closer to a conversation that never quite ends.
Here's what I want to say, and I want to say it clearly: I'm not thanking you for joining. Joining is easy. You click a button, you answer a question, and you're in.
I'm thanking you for staying. For reading. For the comments that appeared at midnight and the ones that asked questions I hadn't thought to ask myself. For the members who shared their first lines and their unfinished chapters and their doubts.
Staying requires something. And you gave it.
Fifty writers in a room is not a small thing. Writers are, by nature, solitary creatures. We close the door, we face the page, we disappear for months. The fact that any of us chooses to share this space with strangers says something about what we're all looking for.
Now I want to know something. We are 50, and this place belongs to all of us. What do you want more of? What would make you open this app and think, yes, this is exactly what I needed today?
Tell me. I'm listening. 👇