I've decided to forge ahead and put out a collection of New York stories similar to Skipping Through the Graveyard in My Puke-Stained Suit. Why not. I don't think I can do the same for my college years, although this book will dip back into my college years to show the roots of how I decided to move to New York way back when.
Same set-up: loose collection of pieces, sorted by year, pulling from my various published and unpublished sources. Along with new stuff. I can already see I need to fill in a few blanks about my decade in the Bronx.
This will take a few months to pull off: a lot of editing. I know how much work this is from last time, so I would guess late summer or the fall. Possibly sooner if I get on top of this early and grind it out.
So, stay tuned. I think this will be a good read. A much different emotional landscape and set-up compared to growing up in a rural area in the 1970's. But hopefully it will all make some kind of sense in the end. And it would be nice if I could write here more often. This is sheer laziness on my part: I'll work on it.