Maybe you’ve been wondering why it’s so quiet around here and why I haven’t posted any new essays to my journal in a couple of months. Well, maybe you haven’t been wondering; maybe you just wanted to know when I was putting up the sides of the Weight Watchers cards that have the actual recipes on them. I still can’t tell you if I’m ever going to do that.
But I can tell you this: I’m going to have a book.
I’ve been working to make it happen for awhile now, and I’m going to have to work on it for a few more months at least, but today I can tell you that Riverhead Books is going to publish it early next year. (Here’s another link to them.) The working title is I’m Not The New Me, and while it’s going to be based on stuff I’ve written about here at Pound, it’s going to be mostly new material that goes beyond the site. It’ll be like Pound: Special Edition or something. You will want to buy it. I promise.
All weekend I have been saying stuff like this and then I have to lay my head down on a nice cool solid surface. I’m very happy. I know some of you will probably have questions and I probably can’t answer them all. In case you’re wondering: yes, I did this through a literary agent (two, actually, working together); no, it’s not like I just printed out my blog and/or journal entries and showed them to a major publisher; yes, it’s been a lot of hard work. Getting to this point involved lots of drudgery and the compulsive chewing of many small plastic things. (Believe me, at another time in my life I would have smoked until my lungs curled up.) But none of this could have happened before now. Now is the right time to do this.
Thanks so much to all of you who have been reading me through the past three years and through all my sporadic updates. I’ll have a book for you in 2005. Holy shit, I will.
