Dear Reader (especially those of you disappointed in me),
For reasons I mostly blame Steve Hayes for, I could not get a G-File done today. I can’t begin to tell you how much I hate missing these obligations. I wish I could say it’s all about not disappointing my readers, but the truth is one of the main reasons I freak out about not filing is I’m terrified of writer’s block. I’m also terrified of venomous snakes and people who smell of cabbage, but that’s not relevant right now. For me, sticking to the habit of writing is how I avoid falling out of the habit.
But enough about me—the reason I am writing this missive is that when I fail to file a G, as it were, people complain that they weren’t notified it’s not coming. So this email is sort of like the sound of one hand clapping: an email from me at the usual time notifying you that you won’t get an email from me at the usual time.
You will, however, get the solo Remnant on schedule (if that’s your bag). I managed to record that at a rest stop on I-95 on the drive back from New York. Nobody thought I looked weird doing that or anything.
But seriously, my apologies. I promise all the tasteful nudity and trenchant cricket analysis you’ve come to expect from this “news”letter next week.
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