Year In Review
Long time no post. I’ve been busy as shit. Last year was, artistically, one of the best years I’ve ever had. 2006 saw futureproof published, where it was met with a bunch of recognition and enthusiasm, including most prominently not only an appearance in Entertainment Weekly and the vaunted New York Press, but also nominated by the infamous PODdy Mouth (girl on demand) for her prestigious Needle Award (as in needle in a haystack). Each year she “wades through a sea of print-on-demand tiles and gives you the buried treasure.” In other words, her blog is set up exclusively to review the best self-published books every year. As a published author herself (Penguin Putnam), she has clout in the industry and it’s a given that many of the books she chooses will go on to find book deals for their authors. This year futureproof was not only chosen as one of the 15 books she reviewed, but made it into her top 5 finalists for the coveted Needle. According to Ms. Mouth herself, the 15 books she chose this year were selected from over 1,600 entrants. This past Wednesday the winner was announced and it wasn’t futureproof, but hope of the American Idol flavor still reigns in my bloodstream. As in, many of the AI runners-up have found record deals despite not having won the title, most notably Jennifer Hudson, who just won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress in the movie Dream Girls. Not bad for having lost what was surely in her mind her one shot at a career in entertainment. So here’s to perpetually crossed fingers.
But I’ve also realized that I should have done a few things differently. I had more than five opportunities to sign with top-tier agents in 2006 but in the end chose not to because I was too stubborn and “married” to the book as it is. My rationale was that it wouldn’t have been able to gather as much support from readers as it already had if it wasn’t good enough to be published as is–with possibly a few minor changes. But when I was asked to change entire story lines and themes, on down to the point of the book in the first place, I respectfully declined. Now I’m not so sure that was the best choice. As a first novel, and as a first time novelist, I should have realized that when one is trying to break into such an exclusive club, one almost always has to compromise. Then, when one gets one’s figurative foot in the door, one publishes what one really wanted to write. At times this facet of publishing has depressed me greatly. And when I’ve gotten so close to publishing success that I could taste and was ultimately denied I have felt ready to yank every dreadlock out of my red head. But I’ve had to keep reminding myself that I’m new at this and I have to give myself some slack. I’m learning as I go along. There’s no guidebook (that I know of) that tells writers how to comport themselves in these situations. Thankfully, though, there are many great, established writers that I’ve had the great privilege of meeting and getting sage wisdom imparted to me from. I know the preceding sentence is grammatically fucked up as all hell. Sue me. Point is, I wanted to give shout outs to several writers who have been of great importance to me personally and professionally over the past year. I’d already be committed to some state mental ward if not for them:
Thank you, all of you, for your great friendship. Hopefully I’ll some day be able to repay the generosity of time and imparted sanity. Oh, and if I left anyone off it’s not because I’m a dick, I’m just trying to get a thousand thoughts out my head before they slip away.
As many of you know, the loyals who’ve been following along for some time now anyway, I started up a writers collective toward the end of last year, RiotLit. It didn’t turn out as I’d hoped, but I still hold out (more) hope that it will return in all its glory and then some before too much longer. Mostly this is dependent on two factors: money and time (doesn’t everything depend on those two factors?). I’ve been working with an investor to help me get it off the ground in its new and improved incarnation, but it’s slow going. These sorts of things always are. Aside from that, I need to find the time. I’m a writer at heart, but also a husband and father. Writing must and always will take a back seat to making sure my family is taken care of. In this case that entails working two jobs, which leaves less time than ever to pursue literary dreams. But I sleep less than ever now, so my writing has that going for it. Plus, there’s no fucking way this motherfucker is ever giving up. That’s just how I roll. Wheat separated from chaff, all that. So with that in mind, here’s what I’m working on currently (should you still care):
One of futureproof’s greatest supporters, Deena Neville, has commissioned me to help write her memoirs. The working title for this project is SOMETHING OTHER THAN LOVE, and details her travails growing up in foster homes and her subsequent fight with state adoption laws to find the parents and sisters she lost touch with at four years old. She has a great story and I hope I can do her amazing journey justice. The book should be (mostly) completed by this summer. Then I’m leaving it up to Deena to find a(n) agent/publisher. I can only beat my head against that wall so many times a year.
I also have some of my own shit on the burner, despite the time constraints. One is the long-awaited “sequel” to futureproof. I’d originally intended to put this project off for a few years in the interest of other pursuits, but the demand has been great so I’m capitulating (see, I AM learning!) and writing the fuck out of it, and having more fun than ever. Since I’m mainly focused, writing-wise, on Deena’s book for the time being, I don’t see this as-yet-untitled sequel being finished until the end of the year, at the earliest. At which point begins the grueling saga of trying to find a publisher. I can’t even imagine doing that again at this point, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Finally, I’m actually working on a memoir of my own. I never thought I’d do this, write a memoir, but I received so much positive feedback on the write-up of last October’s book tour that ended up being posted on Brad Listi’s Nervous Breakdown site that I decided to turn it (mainly on James Frey’s advice) into a full memoir. The book will cover more than just the tour, it will be about the entire journey of writing and publishing a book, replete with sordid details of familial struggles and the roller coaster ride that is writing and (attempting to) publish a book. I’m actually really looking forward to turning my full attention to this project–it might even come before I finish the FP sequel. We’ll have to see what the muses decide is best.
I read constantly, always trying to enrich not only my story-telling ability and vocabulary, but also my appreciation for fellow writers’ work. Aside from the writers I already mentioned (BUY THEIR BOOKS!), the five books I’ve read most recently are also very much (very very) worth your time and money.
GIRLS by Nic Kelman: Point blank, if you like sex and have ever been or known a girl, you must read this book. Kelman is a master of getting inside both the male and female brains, and has a topnotch writing ability.
THE ROAD by Cormac McCarthy: McCarthy is already widely regarded as one of the greatest living novelists (his book BLOOD MERIDAN is THE best western I’ve ever read), but this book (which is not a western) is a tale of post-apocalyptic America the likes of which I have never seen. It contains one of the creepiest/scariest scenes I’ve ever read. And McCarthy is like a one-man lexicon of 50 cent words (no relation to the mush-mouthed rapper). So you can increase your vocabulary too.
ALL I DID WAS ASK by Terry Gross: This is a compilation of interviews that Gross conducted on her NPR radio show, Fresh Air (pronounced FRResh Air). Over the years she’s interviewed everyone from Chris Rock to John Updike to Grandmaster Flash. Her questions are always insightful and the shit she gets these normally guarded people to talk about is nothing short of amazing. A couple of my favorites from the book are Gene Simmons of KISS fame (he tells her he’ll only answer question from women if they open their legs for him) and writer/director Paul Schrader. If you are a writer you need to read this book for Schrader’s insights alone. Worth every penny, and also great encouragement when you discover that he wrote TAXI DRIVER while living in his car in L.A.
</font>SEVERANCE by Robert Olen Butler: It’s been said by some science “experts” that a decapitated head goes on contemplating shit for 90 seconds after it’s unfortunate demise. This book, in an incredibly moving and poetic fashion, imagines the final thoughts of 62 decap victims ranging from Medusa to Nicole Brown Simpson. Sounds morbid but it’s one of the best books I’ve read in the last five years, with insights you wouldn’t believe and will have to re-read to get the full effect of.
WHAT IS THE WHAT by Dave Eggers: This is the novel I’m currently reading, but only halfway through I can tell you that it is an amazing achievement by Eggers, and an inspiration to me, as he is basically doing the same thing I am doing with Deena Neville’s book in that he has taken someone else’s riveting story and turned it into a narrative. And the narrative of an African man who has escaped the ravages of civil war only to confront the fucked up shit that happens in America is a tough one to pull off. But Eggers does it here flawlessly. His best book since A HEARTBREAKING WORK OF STAGGERING GENIUS.
That’s it for now. I hope you guys will stick around to see what 2007 brings us. If history is any judge, it’s gonna be one hell of a rollercoaster.