You'll Never Believe Me

A Life of Lies, Second Tries, and Other Stuff I Should Only Tell My Therapist

Remember that time I started a substack, announced it publicly, and then essentially abandoned it? Much like my own Marvel villain origin story, where I too was discarded by my creator, it exhausted me to even think about a post, much less committing one to paper…er, screen.

The lack of words was due to laziness, natch—but my lack of enthusiasm was because I was very busy writing an actual book! Like, one you’ll be able to hold in your hands; a physical object that sits on your shelf and becomes the perfect surface for your earrings, old bandaids, bobby pins, and crumpled receipts to be placed upon.

My brain bandwidth was fully dedicated to churning out my memoir, You’ll Never Believe Me. And it is finally available for preorder!

Blood, sweat, tears, and many other bodily fluids went into this book, and I hope that it can serve as an LOL-funny cautionary tale of what can happen when you ignore the importance of your past. After all, it’s easy to fake an identity when you don’t know who you are to begin with.