I knew it was time to let the book go to the printer when I started changing the title. I kept it long enough to move the release date from 9/28/10 to a Tuesday (undetermined) in October.
Here’s the front cover at left, plus another excerpt below. You’ll find the full printer’s proof of the cover design at the bottom.
Now, I can start tinkering with the website. Hey, we’re getting there.
June 22nd, early am
I wasn’t going to do this. Leave a suicide note.
People in my position, in extremis, as it were, often delude themselves with the notion that they have something special—or necessary—to impart, at the end. As if the last moments of life were some grand stage and the mere proximity of death might confer some great wisdom.
But what is there to say, really? Not much, in most cases. Why am I killing myself? For the same reason anyone does, I guess. The less said, the better.
Tonight, though, that changed. My simple suicide has become a murder-suicide. Before I kill myself, I’m going to confront Randy Trent with his crimes of long ago. Then I’m going to kill him. I may torment him a bit in the days leading up to that confrontation.
That’s why I’m writing this tonight, instead of being dead. That’s why you’re reading this.