I feel no small degree of shame about what I am about to confess.
I have jumped on the bloggers-writing-books bandwagon.
I have written a book.
And Random House is publishing it.
Those of you who’ve been reading this blog for a while may remember that I participated in the Blogathon by writing 49 haiku about gay dating and sex.
Well, people seemed to like them, and they were easy enough to write, so I decided to write 20 more and try and get the group published as 69 Gay Haiku.
Eventually somebody at Random House decided he wanted to publish it. The only issue was that he wanted 110 haiku. I had no problem writing the extra haiku; it’s just that 69 Gay Haiku is the only decent title I’ve ever come up with for anything. The current title of the book is Gay Haiku.
I would link to the haiku that I posted for the Blogathon, but I was contractually obligated to take them off the web site.
So, as I say, I feel no small sense of shame about this. However, the first part of my advance came yesterday, and, let me tell you, there’s nothing that takes that shame away like being able to pay the collection agencies what you owe them.