Lawrence poet Patricia Lockwood's new memoir, tentatively titled PRIESTDADDY, is slated to hit bookshelves in 2016.

The last year was a big one for Patricia Lockwood. In the months since we last wrote about the celebrated poet (who is married to Journal-World copy chief Jason Kendall), Lockwood published her second collection of poems, “Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals” to critical acclaim and was the subject of a New York Times profile that branded her “The Smutty Metaphor Queen of Lawrence, Kansas.”

As 2014 winded down, Lockwood and her book began popping up on several best-of-the-year lists from publications as varied as The Boston Globe, The Chicago Tribune, Buzzfeed, Flavorwire, and more locally, The Pitch. She even showed up on Rolling Stone’s Hot List for 2014.

She’s continued to receive lots of love from The New York Times as well — the journalistic institution named “Motherland” a “New York Times Book Review Notable Book” and invited Lockwood to discuss the role of social issues in art alongside panelists like Ken Burns and J. Cole.

So, what’s next for the recent Lawrence transplant? There’s a new book on the way, a memoir estimated to hit bookshelves in 2016 (and maybe a few Glamour Shots, too).

In a recent email exchange, Lockwood shared her thoughts on fame, ghostbusting potatoes, and what her parents think about being the subject of her next book, tentatively titled “PRIESTDADDY.”

She doesn’t do New Year’s resolutions

“This sounds so unimaginative, and like I’m the sort of person who never Works On Myself, but I don’t think I’ve ever made a New Year’s Resolution. My friend Paloma has a couple of New Year’s traditions that I always want to steal, though: she wears yellow underwear so that she’ll get money and she hides raw potatoes under her bed so that they’ll absorb ghosts. At midnight, she goes outside with an empty suitcase and runs around the block so she’ll be blessed with travel. Those are the things I think of doing on New Year’s. They seem superior to any resolution I’ve ever heard of. If the coming year holds anything for me, let it be underwear money, empty suitcase travel, and a raw potato full of ghosts.”

She’s not afraid of the spotlight. For the most part.

“I only feel the attention when I’m doing readings, and then it just feels like community — I let my friends know when I’m coming to their city, and they show up, and then afterwards we go out and I get lost among their back alleys. The media focus can sometimes make me feel shy, but it’s easy to retreat from it. The only thing that’s been legitimately jarring is that I’ve gotten recognized a couple of times in the grocery store. Why the grocery store? No one looks good when they go to the grocery store! Recognize me when I’m at the mall, getting my picture taken at Glamour Shots!”

She’s writing a new book, and it’s not poetry

“The process has been pretty organic. I set aside the first year of work for thinking and woolgathering, accumulating material, jotting down funny scenes, writing experimental and lyrical bits, polishing little descriptions and character sketches that I thought would fit somewhere. I allowed myself total freedom — to work as if it were poetry, and didn’t have to be commercial whatsoever. The second year is for determining a narrative structure, and seeing where those pieces fit. That way, I know the book will sound like me, even if the form is a departure.”

She’s a slow and ready worker, à la “The Little Engine that Could”

“The working title of the memoir is PRIESTDADDY, and it’s due in August, so not only have I started, I’m working like a person possessed. I feel 100% like I’m being chased by a train: equal parts exhilaration, urgency, and fear of being killed by a train. The thing about books that are NOT poetry books is that they’re really long! It’s possible to write a poetry book that comes in under 500 words, but this doesn’t fly in any other genre, it turns out. So I’ve set myself a steady schedule where I’m finishing a chapter every two weeks, no excuses, and it’s humming along beautifully so far.”

She’s got a proud mama…

“As soon as the official deal was struck, my mom achieved new heights of quotability. Whenever she saw my notebook come out, she would slyly pretend not to notice and then deliver herself of some miraculous koan. I’ve read her a couple of chapters out loud — the ones where she features most prominently.”

…And a proud papa, too

“My dad has more of a live-and-let-live attitude about the whole endeavor. He doesn’t read my books, but he’s proud of the fact of them. When the interviewer from The New York Times Magazine asked him about it, he said simply, ‘People belong to themselves. She came from us, but she’s not us.’ That’s a good view to take of it, I think, and in turn I’m trying to depict them as fully and roundly as possible.”