“Let be be finale of seem.”
~Wallace Stevens, “The Emperor of Ice-Cream
The Orphan’s Almanac is ceasing publication.
I wanted to get that out in the open from the get-go. If you want to stop reading here, and carry on with whatever else you were doing, no hard feelings. Enjoy your coffee, or maybe catch that Eevee that keeps popping up.
If you’ve decided to hang around for the rest of this, I don’t promise any sort of shocking revelation about why I’m folding up shop. The reason is really very simple: I don’t want to do it, anymore. With the Lamplighter Blues podcast, Pennies for the Boneyard, and then The Orphan’s Almanac, I’ve had a few years to bounce around online media. I’m tired of talking.
Really, when the dust settles, Atticus Hob had some things to say, and, I regret to inform you, he’s no longer with us. I summoned him with a name, and now I’m laying him to rest with a name. This time, however, the name is just mine, and I don’t have to share it. I’m happier keeping to myself, with my mouth shut, for the most part.
None of the material here will be archived. Come Hallowe’en, everything goes away.
Archived episodes of Lamplighter Blues can be found at its old WordPress morgue.
That’s it. Thanks for reading, and farewell.
Title image “Flatline,” by TheMozzy. Used without permission. Sorry about that.