I’m currently on the road with my old pal Ari Hest; I was able to take off work for a few days to help him out on tour for a few nights. Yesterday was a day off, and I spent the vast majority of it in a hotel room in Durham, North Carolina.

I had hoped to make some progress on the novel, and I wrote a few paragraphs, most of which will probably be cut later on. Still, I consider it progress. I just wish it would happen faster.

I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Charlotte right now, killing time before we have to set up for tonight’s show. It’s hard to think between the cappuccino machine, the Spin Doctors song in the foreground, the whistling customer and the other one talking on his cell phone. I apologize if this post makes no sense. I blame these things.

I got an idea for my next novel recently, and just the other day I combined it with another idea I had for a short story. I think it has promise, and I’m really excited about getting into it, but I think it should wait until my current project is finished. I wish I could tell you all about it, but that would simultaneously ruin the surprise and open my work up to theft, two things I’m trying to be careful about.

This whistling guy needs to have his lips removed. And his arms, too. He’s tapping on the table while he whistles.