I’m supposed to be working on my next issue of the “Summer with Charlotte” series that I’ve been slogging through this summer these past few months but after wrestling through fits and starts in my head I realize the answer is, as usual, simple and honest, if not immediately obvious.
I can’t.
Not, I can’t ever. I just can’t yet because something has happened and writing anything before you, dear reader, know about it feels incredibly dishonest, so I won’t. My brother died. Unexpectedly. Tragically. And everything feels all wrong.
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