Hi. I was thinking it's about time to explain where the fuck I've been since October. I've been here, but writing hasn't been working out for me because... I found out at the beginning of October that my best friend since the seventh grade, of nine years, committed suicide. I was one of the last people to talk to her. There was no note left, no indication as to how it went from her telling me about wanting to join the air force and then killing herself a few hours later. If this wasn't enough, her family neglected to inform me until October fifth. She died at the end of August. I've spent all this time trying to put the pieces together and not drown under guilt and grief. I was also kind of in s semi catatonic state for a month or so. I couldn't write because everything I'd be working on felt ridiculous next to what was really going on.
Now I'm stringing together a collection of short stories to try to break myself back into writing. It's easier than working on the novels. Thank you guys for being understanding.
Love,
Alice
