I’m working on an interesting story right now called the Vegan and the Hunter. The husband hunts while the wife refuses to eat any of the “dead things” in the freezer. They’ve been together for decades so they’re learning to tolerate their eating habits. No one is storming off, in other words.

I can be a vegan, no problem. But when there’s a class act cabernet on the table and I smell steak, odds are I will have absolutely no self restraint.

A dear friend of mine has become a vegan and she says it’s easier than you think. Apparently there’s vegan mayonnaise and other spreads, etc.

For now I’ve decided to adopt the vegan lifestyle … when it’s convenient. In other words when there’s no tasty cab on the table. I’ll keep you posted on how it goes.