The reality is that I have realized that dream for years. I have had poems, essays, and articles published. I have had two dozen plays produced. I have been paid to write and have won awards for the writing I’ve done. But the big dream was always to write a book and now–just now–that dream has been realized. My first book, My Queer Life, is now available on my own web page, createspace.com, and on Amazon.com and hopefully in bookstores and elsewhere soon, too. Holding a copy of it in my hands is indescribable. Knowing that it is my work inside the cover of the book hasn’t even really sunk in yet. Pretty soon others may be holding it in their hands and reading my words after buying a copy of it. It’s sort of mind-boggling to me that people might buy and read a book that I wrote and I can barely contain my giddiness over it. I have been smiling and ecstatic all night.
The book is a literary collection of various essays, poems, pieces of plays, speeches, and more that I have written over the last thirty plus years around the topic of living an authentic life as a queer man in a straight society. I believe it is universal. My friend, Arno Michaelis, who wrote the foreword, has dreams of straight kids carrying copies of it around and learning more about all of us getting along. I think it has the potential to create more understanding or I wouldn’t have published it.
The average number of books that an author sells is 500 copies. That’s it. That takes into account those that have sold a million and those that have sold none. But the vast majority of books don’t sell more than that. I’m hoping I sell thousands, but we’ll see how it goes. I’ll be happy with anyone who decides they want to purchase one.
And I’m not going to stop there. I’m already more than 125 pages into my second book. It will be called Empty Playground: A Survivor’s Story and will be an autobiographical book about surviving childhood sex abuse. I’m also about 230 pages into my first novel and have another couple ideas roiling about in my mind already.
For today, though, I’ll enjoy holding my first book in my hands and knowing that I have fulfilled one of my lifelong dreams.