I’ve been in a rut lately. Not a bad rut, but not an artistically satisfying one, either. I’ve been working out a lot, though. One of the trainers, my buddy Alex (a girl, a badass girl) has been teaching me to kick box, which has been great. I now feel like I could throw a decent punch if called upon to. Could I hold my own in an actual fight? Only if my opponent held up pads and told me exactly how to hit them. But it keeps the workouts interesting. I’ve also been working out with my other buddy Rebekah (also a girl, also a badass) who’s been taking me through some kettlebell techniques so I can eventually do the perfect Turkish get up.

All that being said, I haven’t been doing a lot of writing. And that’s been bothering me.

So, as many before me have done, I’m publicly (or as publicly as a blog that no one reads can be) throwing down a gauntlet. I’m about 140 pages into a new novel that I think will end up being around 230, 240 pages long. I’d like to have it completed by the end of summer. Which means getting my ass in gear and holding myself accountable.

The title is:

Abe Froman Jr.,

Buddhist Detective

It’s hard being vegan when your dad’s the Sausage King of Chicago

More as this story develops.

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