8W, no. 6; newsletter by b.n.)
There are some days when the newsletter writes itself; I sit down and it just pops out of nowhere. Then there are other times when I just can't write a thing; Harris sends a few emails frantically requesting the information; before I finally sit down and painfully punch out every word.
There are some stories that must be told. Then there are others that should not. Last night was definitely the latter.