I’m thrilled to announce my new book, Christmas Is: Mischief and Merriment in Manhattan (Constant Rose Publishing, 2017). My fourth book and first foray into fiction is a comedic, madcap love letter to New York, its inhabitants, and the city’s holiday traditions. The story drops the reader in the middle of the Big Apple just as the Christmas season kicks off and carries him/her on to Christmas Day.
Given the year we lived through, it’s only natural that everyone wants answers fast. 2016 was a banner year challenges, tragedies, and triumphs for so many people. I’m not referring to the political climate. I’m referring to interpersonal challenges, financial challenges, unemployment (sudden as well as longterm), deaths of
I’ve got nothing to write about in this post, gang. Nada. Nichts. Ne rien. Nothing. In the midst of the holidays being in full tilt, I’m up to my eyeballs in reindeer poop, holiday cheer, and a little bit of angst about the state of our union. And I’m still tightening up (re-plotting) the outline for my fourth book due out next fall. I’m not one of those guys who can sit down and bang out a short story with all the bells and whistles in no time. That ain’t me at all. I have to have a road map to know where I’m going.
Something wonderful and terrifying is happening for me right now over at Medium.com. A post I wrote last summer in which I poured my heart out to friends (How I Talk To White People About Racism) has been experiencing a resurgence over the last couple of days and is connecting with readers. A lot of readers. Hundreds of readers. In a crazy way.