Goodbye, I say to Castle Rock, I've said it once before, but Mr. Spruce assures me that I'll say it nevermore. "That's it, I'm through, I've had enough, it's more than I can take," says Mr. Spruce, The Editor, announcing C.R.'s fate. It's been around for five full years with stories and reviews, and screaming editorials and horrifying news. For five full years it crammed me full of Stephen King-ish stuff, then Mr. Spruce, The Editor, proclaimed, "Enough's enough!" I used to wait excitedly each month for Castle Rock, and when it came I'd hold it up and run around the block. I'd scream and shout and rant and rave to people who were near; "Go in your homes and lock the doors, the new C.R. is here!" But now I'll wait forever if What Sprucey says is true, and Tyson ain't the only one who's feelin' kinda Blue. There's still a chance, however, that the Rock will be right back: I buried thirty issues in a graveyard called Micmac.

Castle Rock Nov 1989 Vol. 5, #11, p. 1
The Stephen King Story by George Beahm, 1991 p. 148 The second stanza is excerpted in this book. Read George Beahm's kind words that preceded the excerpt.