We are sad to inform you that this will be the last issue of writethis.com.
All of the editors for this exploding online writing journal have passed away. A very somber cloud hangs over the internet writing community and all of us as we mourn the loss of some of the most talented scribes on this brazen, filthy globe.
It would certainly be a tragedy if just one or only two of the editors passed unexpectedly into the great unknown, but the fact is, every single one of them died within days of each other by their own hand. Circumstances surrounding some of their deaths are sketchy, as these pinpoints of illumination were scattered across the globe, on three different continents. Still, it remains that they are all suddenly dead. Maybe this means something in the cosmic, hyper-real connection that this small group of revolutionary artists shared. Maybe this is a sign that if one cannot survive in this slowly dying world, none can survive.
In honor of the lives of the write this editors, a few of their close friends and I, the write this web designer and trusted confidant, have put together this memorial issue. Because of the nature of all of their deaths, we felt it was appropriate to have the theme of this issue be "suicide." Additionally, we found a piece from each of the dearly departed, previously unpublished, that fits with this theme.
"I think it is dawn because the sky outside the window is a lighter shade of dark blue and the buildings are blue with distinct black outlines. There is a bridge that has stairs, but I can't see that there is no water beneath it."
john blumenthal, former playboy columnist, hollywood screenwriter, and author of the new novel what's wrong with dorfman, in the last interview with writeThis before the sad and untimely demises of its editors. read it here.