Sweet, nuanced and often unreadable

on the perils of consistently creating content

Yesterday dear reader I spoke about the quest for the perfect gift for my wife.

Today?

She gave me the perfect gift - her time.

We were talking about this thing here - this foolsletter business that you read much of the time.

She told me that my tone shifts with my mood and compared my prolific nature to a comic she follows named Josh Johnson.

She’s watched his career and how he constantly pumped out material. He didn’t seem to have a consistent tone and then?

Then he started hitting it big. Then bigger. His tone solidified. As I sat with shame and envy, Laura continued:

Sometimes darlin’ you’re sweet and nuanced and I laugh at your stuff. And other times? You’re just angry and working stuff out.

I don’t want to hear any more hammer fights. Those posts? I skim.

I can see what you’re doing and love and respect you and there are times your tone doesn’t work for me.

Wow eh?

She’s pretty fucking generous.

So dear reader, I’m grateful that you’re here with me.

Most of all though?

I am grateful for …