read ’em and weep

Last night after feeding the kids and sending them off to play in the streets I retired to the couch and watched a TV show about tiny houses. It was the first time in months I had not spent the whole evening (and well into the late night) seated at the dining room table hunched over my computer working on my book.  Writing this book has consumed my life for the last four months. I have used every available child-free moment to collect stories, edit old blog posts, write new stories, edit, rewrite, edit, rewrite, edit, rinse and repeat.

Because I have two small children and a full-time job the majority of my writing and editing has occurred between the hours of 8 p.m. and 1 a.m. After a day of adulting in the real world I am pretty much useless by the time 8 o’clock rolls around. Consequently, most of what I write in those first two hours is craptastic on an epic scale. I would typically experience a creative reboot sometime around 10 p.m. with this artistic resurgence carrying me through to approximately midnight. It was during this brief window of time that I did my best work. Shortly thereafter I would meltdown — creatively and emotionally — and if you were to read anything I had written post-midnight you’d swear I was on acid. Or a mental patient.

I can be a bit obsessive and some nights I would hyper focus on a single word, convincing myself that it was the wrong word and that said word was ruining not just the sentence but the entire book.  Thesauruses would be enlisted and when that failed I would ask Todd to tell me what word I actually meant and when he failed to read my mind I would scream at him for not being better than my thesaurus. Poor Todd.

But now the last word has been written and Which One of You is the Mother? is complete. The cover is designed and dozens of emails have been sent to review sites and published authors requesting (begging for) reviews. A few very obliging and kind people have even complied with my request:

“After reading this brilliant, touching book, all I could think about was having Sean and Todd tuck me in at night. Please adopt me!!!!”  — Simon Doonan, Barneys Creative Ambassador and author of The Asylum

Which One of You is the Mother? is a “thoughtful, charming (and funny) essay about gay parenting that proves, not just engaging, but enlightening to gay and straight families alike.”  — Terry Galloway, author of Mean Little deaf Queer

I don’t like to think of us as boring, just profoundly unremarkable…, writes O’Donnell in the first chapter, but I beg to differ. Their story of starting their relationship to adopting their children is remarkable, considering all they had to go through as a gay male couple. Their story is one for anyone, a story of true love, commitment and what it means to be a family in the US in 2015. O’Donnell is a natural story teller who puts the reader front and center in their daily lives. It’s a story of hope, a story of compassion, and a story for anyone who has ever wondered what those Club Kids from the nineties are up to these days.” — Thomas McMillen-Oakley, author of Jesus Has Two Daddies

“I ABSOLUTELY 100% LOVED EVERY PAGE AND DIDN’T WANT IT TO END. I love how it was a quick, witty read that uplifted your Monday morning blues and reminded you that there is some good in this world – you’ve just got to be willing to be open to it. Most definitely a 5-star read for me, and really want this to come out in paperback!” — A Cheeky Book Addict

Several other prominent writers have committed to review the book as well. The response has been promising. But for now I wait until August 24, 2015 when the book is published. I cross my fingers that people beyond my circle of friends will read it. Of course I hope that the book will reach a wide audience. I believe that it is a story “for anyone, a story of true love, commitment and what it means to be a family in the US in 2015” because this book is “enlightening to gay and straight families alike”.

I dream that it will make me fabulously wealthy or, failing that, it will at least make me enough money to buy a beach house in Puerto Rico. (Although honestly I’d be happy to make enough money to buy an overpriced mojito the next time we’re in San Juan.)

Ultimately I just want people to read our story because it is a story that no one else is telling. I think once people read it they will understand that although we are a different kind of family, we are also just like every other family. Only funnier. And gayer.

Which One of You is the Mother? is available for pre-order on Amazon: Buy Which One of You is the Mother? here. No seriously, buy it now. It’s only $4.99. A venti Starbucks Frappuccino costs more and unlike that Frappuccino this book won’t make you fat(ter).