I get it. I’ve been wicked crazy absent of late. Can I blame it on 2020? Probably. Will I? No. Truth is, it’s been an interesting combination of biting off more than I can chew and “I don’t wanna.” Childish, maybe, but the truth nonetheless. So how about I catch everyone up to where we’re at?

This year has yielded Hart’s Betrayal & Hart’s Redemption, a buttload of therapy, being driven slowly insane by plot bunnies for stories both inside and outside of this universe (yes, I have another ...