I’ve recently written a collection of short stories called The Suicide Diaries, and while I know the topic is a touchy one, I felt it was something I needed to do. The free collection so far consists of three separate “books”, all of which can be downloaded here, and each telling a short story about someone who has decided to kill themselves. The stories are not lighthearted, they are dark and depressing, and always end with the person’s death, so keep that in mind if you decide to check them out.
While these stories are fictional, the subject and situations are very real and my hope is that by reading them people will start to open their eyes to what is going on around them. Perhaps you’ve never hurt someone like that before, perhaps you have, but the point of theses stories is to help people realize that their words and actions have consequences, and sometimes what you think of as a simple joke may be the final straw that sends someone over the edge.
Like I said, it’s a touchy subject, but if even one person can be helped by me putting these stories out there, then it’s more than worth any backlash I may receive.
If you or someone you know is in crisis or having thoughts of suicide, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.
I’m not what you’d call an excellent writer, someone whose books will become national bestsellers, but I think my stories are pretty good. The only problem with ‘pretty good’ stories is you’re not very likely to find someone willing to publish them. So where do you turn when you want to get your book out there but the major companies aren’t an option? You self publish.
Now I know it sounds daunting, but to be honest, it’s not really all that difficult. Depending on how you do it that is. I know when you think of published books you immediately conjure up images of bound books sitting on bookstore shelves, but for those of you out there who are like me and don’t have the money to pay for the expensive process of having the books printed, I recommend making them into eBooks. I know there’s not a huge market for them yet, but give it a few years and printed books will be a thing of the past, bought only by those who truly enjoy the feeling of turning each page. I doubt they’ll ever disappear completely, but with each passing generation they become less and less popular since it’s so much simpler to download one and read it on a reader/laptop/IPad/etc.
I’ve been selling books for a few years through Barnes and Nobles Pubit (now called Nook Press) and while I haven’t made a whole lot, I’ve managed to sell a few. Recently though, I’ve found the site Smashwords, and I like it much better. Not only does it have an easy to use setup (Nook Press is simple now too), but if you get into their premium catalog they’ll ship your books off to several major retailers. Both sites are completely free to use, but Smashwords gives you the option of listing things for free as well which, let’s face it, is essential if you want to really get your name out there.
I will likely continue to use both sites, there’s no reason not to, but if you don’t have the time or patience to keep track of two different retailers I’d highly recommend using Smashwords for the simple fact that you’ll probably get more exposure.
I’ve written a series of children’s stories called the SpyKat Tales and I figured I’d go ahead and let everyone read a few parts of the first story. This book is called ‘Codename: Spazz’, and like the rest of the books is based on the life of one of my cats. If you enjoy what you read, you can purchase the entire ebook (complete with pictures) here. There are a total of six books in the series and I’ll post snippets of the others at later dates. Enjoy.
I blame my Human for not getting my first mission until I was five. I mean really, how are Sir Boots and Madame Princess supposed to take me seriously with a name like Spazz? Don’t get me wrong, I love my Human. She buys me treats, makes sure my bathroom is always clean and knows exactly where that spot is under my chin. Despite all her good traits, however, she’s obviously got some serious issues. Me a Spazz, as if.
For the second time that day I found myself on my back, and while I usually wouldn’t have a problem with that, it’s my favorite position to sleep in after all, being held down by vines in the middle of the forest is extremely uncomfortable. How cats can live outdoors is a mystery to me. All those bugs, the disgusting dirt, and odd smelly plants…yuck.
After she’d finished talking, most of which I tuned out, but don’t tell her that cause I’m sure she’ll tell HQ and then I’ll be in all sorts of trouble, she dropped her nose to the ground and began leading me deeper into the woods near my Human’s house. I have to admit it was a little scary, all those dark and imposing trees looming over me, but being the brave cat that I am I pressed on without incident…and if that ferret says anything otherwise, she’s lying! Lying I tell you! I did not scream like a little girl, or hide behind her when a spider crawled by!
There I stood in the middle of what looked like a conference room, surrounded by about a hundred rats of various size and color, but that wasn’t the worst part. In the middle of the room, sitting on what looked like a pile of straw, was the head rat himself, Mr. Cheese. My whole body froze when the situation fully sank in and I’m ashamed to admit it, I even let out a small whimper in fear. Don’t judge me; you’d be scared too if you found yourself in the middle of a large group of the enemy…and you’d better not make any comment about how cats shouldn’t be afraid of rats since we’re so much bigger than them, remember, they had superior numbers.
I thought about ducking back into the tree and making a mad dash for safety, and probably would’ve done so if my mother hadn’t looked up and stared straight into my eyes. My knees began to shake and I dropped my head when she gave me ‘the look’. You know the one that all parents use when their child has just done something incredibly stupid…yeah, that look. I heard one of the other SpyKats snickering off to the side and wished I could just disappear.
Well there you have it, a taste of ‘Codename: Spazz’.