The readers write in and ask why I don’t publish every day anymore and inquire about The Shmata Queen tales.
They ask what happened to Datingmaster Jerusalem and wonder if he ever solved the mystery of S and J and I smile because there are stories and there are answers.
Because one day I’ll put down on paper more than the skeleton of the tale and fill in some of the blanks that leave the fine folks wondering about friendship, epic romances, marriage and silly tales of thus and that.
They ask for the words to rain down upon them and shower them in a waterfall of answers and so I nod, smile and promise.
Except they cannot see my face or hear my words so the promises made about The Shmata Queen Tales are left between my lips and hers.