i have been writing some pedestrian ass shit for your secretary #15. i am not sold on the stuff i have been writing so i keep writing new things hoping i will be more satisfied with it. nope nope nope. i don’t want to have another year long writers block (esp since i feel barely over my last writers block) is this a result of working 7 days a week and feeling boring? is it (often my writers block culprit) self censorship? can it possibly be related to general zine related angst? do i just release this mish mash of weird queer half hearted and poorly articulated feelings?