A few weeks ago, I mentioned that I might soon have an exciting piece of news to share.
A quick look through the archives of this blog will make it clear that I haven’t been posting nearly as much for the last couple of years as I did before that; there was even a time, indeed, when I made daily posts. I am desolate to have slacked off for so long, but it’s been for a good reason, which is that I have been spending my creative energy elsewhere, in writing a book.
A book that has been accepted for publication, I have just learned, by Broadway/Random House (the same people who published my first book, Gay Haiku, which you must immediately buy and read if you have not already done so).
The new book has taken me so long to write because it consists not of 110 more short poems but of nine long-ish essays, à la David Sedaris, Augusten Burroughs, David Rakoff, et al.
The book is called Swish: My Quest to Become the Gayest Person Ever. There are essays about knitting, casual sex, cheerleading, teaching aerobics, musical theater writing, dating, gay summer camp, go-go dancing, and a surprise topic I may or may not choose to reveal in advance of the book’s publication, which is scheduled for June 2008.
I am very, very pleased with the manuscript, though I’m sure I’ll continue to edit it until the printers yank it out of my hands.
But, man, it was easier when I only had to come up with 1,870 syllables.