Even I can’t believe it, but here it is mid-2020, and I’ve been incommunicado for over six months.

I’m not going to bore you with all the details, but four months of that was taken up with an illness (mine), a family death, a move, and then for the last couple of months, I’ve just been recovering from all that.

And after all that, whenever I went looking for things, they often proved illusive; “Three moves are as bad as a fire’—Benjamin Franklin.

In many respects, I should be surprised that I ever got back at all. But here I am, and I’m hoping to get into the rhythm of writing in the next few months.

Not Your Mentor has been on hold, but the next chapter is complete, and I’m doing the final edit. I’m planning on posting that chapter in a couple of weeks. (Sooner actually, but I’ve been wrong before!)

My apologies to the readers for the long delay. I hope you understand.

I would promise that it won’t happen again, but I now realize that there are many things in life that you really can’t control. You might think that you are in control, but unexpected events will overturn your apple cart. I don’t think I’m alone in that experience over the last few months.

Gabriel