I hope that this posting provides some comfort to those of you who’ve wondered for months whether I ever planned to update my website. Starting this week, I plan to make a posting every week to Fear of a “Black” America.com under the banner “Notes from a Boy @ The Window,” based on the title for my second manuscript. Speaking of which, Boy At The Window is now a full manuscript and has been revised several times since the beginning of 2007. Since the end of February–and especially since the end of April–I’ve been looking for a literary agent to represent and sell Boy At The Window to a commercial publisher. I decided that it made the most sense to take the manuscript the commercial route despite the horrors of going this route with Fear of a “Black” America. I want to make the book as physically accessible to readers as possible, and the commercial publishing world is still the best way to do this, even with all its difficulties and pretenses.
In the meantime, I want to continue to share my writing and my ideas with readers, including the major themes embedded in Boy At The Window. The best place to start is why now, why this time to write a memoir, with only one published book under my belt? In so many ways, I’ve been writing Boy At The Window since I was twelve years old, since the day I witnessed my mother being knocked unconscious by my ex-stepfather. There were so many lessons about perseverance, about creating my own sense of identity, of believing in making my dreams real even though every bit of evidence around me said that this was impossible. By about five years ago, I knew that it was time to take my teenaged journals, my memories, dreams and nightmares, and write about the events that and the people who shaped me into the person I’d become, success and good, bad and ugly. Plus, I knew that I needed to finish this project before the twentieth anniversary of graduating from Mount Vernon High School in Mount Vernon, New York. It just felt like I had enough distance to write a book and interview former teachers and classmates, to visit family and relatives, to relive awful experiences without reverting to my twelve or seventeen year-old self. All of this is to say that my lack of communication via this website has been because Boy At The Window has been an all-consuming project for nearly a year and a half. But the writing end of things is pretty much “done” now, and I have much to share to whomever wants to read and respond. Thank you all for your patience.