Thursday! Between the Zines: I Won't Lie; I've Got (Mostly) Nothing.

V4, I10

Well, it finally happened. I don't have a single thing I feel is worth saying this week¹. I suppose I could do what a lot of other writers do and fill a few hundred words with happy, fake chirp-chat about being positive and doing the work or what-have-you, but I'm not going to do that. I've written about those things before and I meant what I said then. I’m not going to be false with you now. You’re worthy of the truth.

And the truth is, I’m out of words this week. I hope I’ll have some words for next week, which should be poetic and/or fictional and tasty indeed. For now, let me offer you a recording of one of last week’s stories. It’s possible you’ll be able to tell how much fun I had reading it for you!

When A Villain Retires

1. Nope. Not even a clever footnote.