Yeah, I know. I know you won’t believe me. But … I just don’t have any more ideas to write. I sit here and think and think and nothing new occurs to me. I’ve sent untold self addressed stamped envelopes to Hayes Kansas and they all come back with blank pages inside. And since I only write Men’s Adventure and YA (but not together) it’s very hard to come up with ideas.
Also, sad to say, but my career as a cat herder pays way better. I heard that my friend Dave Freer is moving to NYC. In that spirit I’m leaving Dan, sending the kids to the Wee Tykes orphanage and moving to the wilderness. I’m thinking outer Mongolia (depends on where I can find a marxist free love lesbian commune that will take me, of course) where I’ll rough it by living in a yurt and subsisting on boiled grass.
I am off to herd cats (or at least heard cats. Hard not to hear them when they’re rampaging through the house breaking things.)
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