The last time I published here, in fact, published anywhere, was four days before something happened that changed my life and the lives of everyone I love. A tragedy. Private and personal, yet instantly public and disseminated via international news channels.

I will not dwell on this event for two main reasons; first, because the emotions involved are still too raw and far too near the surface to allow me to be objective or analytical or even rational, and second, because the person involved, who was probably my most fervent supporter, would have been seriously pissed off that what happened to him stalled my next book for over fifteen months.

He'd tell me I was making excuses, and I'd be defensive while suspecting he was right, but it's been impossible to find any uninterruptible space with a clear mind and a motivation to write. Until now.

After a couple of weeks of jetlag and Tokyo-style rehab, Reboot is off and running and a dysfunctional plot-point has been cured by applying simple internal logic (the best kind). I'm making progress and it's looking good. I'm also going to shine some creative light on a couple of other self-stalled projects during the summer (there's a graphic novel in the works that is breathtaking in scope and imagery) and would like to thank everyone for their patience and understanding. Sorry Colin, I'm on it.