Well, summer hours continue around this place. Yes, this sunny, warm place called Gotham City Chicago. Let me update you first on what I’ve been up to, and what’s to come. As we talked about before, I am on summer hours on this here blog, in order to facilitate summer living. Don’t worry, I’ll turn into a humorless hermit in winter again. I can promise you that.
During the day, my day job has truly ramped up, and the seasonal lull in summer that we experienced last year is exactly the opposite now. There are myriad projects, all of them high priority, and there doesn’t seem to be any plateau in sight. So, things are busy at the ol’ cubicle.
In the meantime, I joined a gym not far from my office. About two and a half years ago I went through some major personal changes, which included a major breakup, a change of jobs, rejection of former bad habits, as well as a lot of personal stress. If you had seen me around that time, I was looking ROUGH. Overweight, cranky, exhausted. I had bags under my eyes so deep that friends would ask me to hold on to their cell phones and loose change from time to time. If you’ve ever been in the spot, you know how these terrible events pile up. You know the kind: britttle, crumbling relationships, interpersonal conflict, terrifying self-reflection, as well as the occasional bouts of self pity and doubt that plague anyone who qualifies as a human being. At around this time, I got really wrapped up in triathlon training. It helped me a ton, and the bags faded. Incidentally, back then I was doing high-rep, lower weight strength training in the comfort of my own home. Two dumbbells, a kettlebell and a yoga mat were my only equipment for more than two years. But now things have changed. I want a bigger challenge, and I’m doing less racing and more focused training to build strength and yes, add some more muscle. My new gym is the perfect way to accomplish it. Using the discipline I’ve built up from my writing schedule, I’ve started adding a trip to the gym on top of my weekly running and biking. Is this the early warning signs of a gym bunny? I hope not. I just want to look good, y’all.
So, there’s more weight lifting, more kick boxing, more Power Plate silliness in my life as of late. As we’ve discussed before, you Gentle Readers know that a fit body, produces a fit mind, which hopefully can write some decent fiction on a weekly basis.
There’s also a lot of living in the form of hanging out with friends as of late. I’ve been staying up a little later than usual on some nights, and that’s all right. It’s summer, right? And if I don’t go and enjoy street festivals, the beach and barbecues now, I’ll be whining in winter that I wasted the best months of the Chicago weather.
Also, I saw “The Dark Knight.” Twice.
And the writing, you say? How’s that going? Quite well, thank you. I’ve been spending more time rewriting “Hybridae”, though I can’t say Carapace has received the same treatment. It stands at half a manuscript, with the August 17 deadline looming like Godzilla behind the skyline. I continue working on it, week by week. Only 40,000 words to go. And then re-writing time, which I expect to last until Thanksgiving, easily. I plan to send out “Hybridae” to the market by August 1st, so things are moving.
I want to hear from you writers and other creative people how you’re balancing the beauty of summer against your workload. You living? You also creating? I hope you are.

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