George needs rest before continuing his perilous journey into the recesses of his mind. He is taking a brief hiatus while his writer attempts to create something from scratch for a mystery writing contest. He was a bit appalled at my thirst for competition, but when I mentioned I wasn’t 38 years old and still living at home his objections fell silent. I apologized for hitting below the belt, to which he replied he probably wouldn’t feel it anyway. I believe he has a much better sense of humor but I was careful to laugh politely out of respect.
In an effort to compromise, I allowed him to leave a forwarding address in case anyone wants to write him. You may address any comments or questions to him below and I will be happy to serve as his personal secretary until his return. You’ll also be happy to know that he guilt-tripped me into slapping up some poetry since it is National Poetry Writing Month. So feel free to stay tuned for some flow.