Thanks for the $25 To the World Federation for Mental Health

Prunes give me the runes. So do sandwiches which sat out too long but I ate anyway because I was hungry. So does social networking. And so does that damn book that I wrote which will probably follow me into the Afterlife the way His Nibs' image followed him into the Afterlife. But what the fuck can you do.

I was flabbergasted--nay, galled--when I discovered that I had forgotten to deactivate the Outskirts Press link to buy my book and realized that some dozen people had purchased this fucking abomination last year. I was just about to deactivate the link when a little voice said "no, don't. It's money for the cause." So I didn't. And I just donated the $25 in royalties to the World Federation for Mental Health.

I have a Causes pages on Facebook, so if you really care, join and donate to WFMH. Or just donate right to them. So yeah, the book is still available, damn it all, but I'm not going to make it easy to find it because there is a BETTER VERSION coming out. The book has been revised by the peerless, the inimitable, the amazing ROSE LEMORT, a complete perfectionist who refuses to release the new version until it is up to her EXACTING standards! All proceeds for Rose's new and better book will also go to worthy causes so PLEASE buy this version and give Rose your support!

For those who bought the book for the right reasons, thanks. For those who bought it for the wrong reasons, happy to disappoint you. I really don't give a shit about P.R. at this juncture and I'm not going to censor myself.

Lily

And now this. Because, what the fuck.

Has suicide effected your life?

Join my cause on Facebook and join the discussion as well as supporting my drive for the World Federation for Mental Health.

It has impacted most of our lives in some way.
In junior high, I had a friend whose older brother committed suicide when she was eight years old. I couldn't believe the callous way so many people treated her when they found this out, telling her that her brother had gone to hell for killing himself. I was a devout Catholic at the time and I refused to buy into this condemnation of a person who was troubled enough to take his own life and the mental abuse of his surviving sister. I told her that I did not think that God was cruel enough to send a person who had been sad enough to kill himself to hell.
At the end of high school, one of my classmates hanged himself after his girlfriend broke up with him.
When my brother was a senior in high school one of his close friends killed himself with a gunshot to the head.
In the summer of 2004 my second cousin, who suffered from lifelong medication resistant depression, killed herself by overdose.
Although it is a person whom I never met in life that finally pushed me into doing something about my belief that there needs to be a new understanding and compassion in the mental health community and the world at large if we are to prevent future suicides, all of the aforementioned people are also part of my motivation and they live in my heart forever.
As well, I live with a mood disorder and consider suicide myself at least once a month. I do not know if I will end my life by suicide or not. But I do know that whatever the case, I want to do what I can before the time comes.

Change In Donation Focus

This rules so much that I'm spilling tea all over my desk and dribbling soup out the side of my mouth. My co-author is looking at me like he thinks I'm rabid and seems to be considering dressing as a nun and joining a convent in order to escape from me. (Only kidding--please don't hurt me!)

At this moment, I'm taking a moment to reflect on how lucky I am that this particular ghost likes me, because if he didn't he could make my life pretty miserable. I certainly give him enough reason to with comments like the above! But as usual I digress. The organization that we're donating his share of the vast and mighty profits from the sales of the book to has changed. Check it out below!

How crazy is Lily? Crazy enough to try and raise a million bucks for our chosen cause! But I sure as shootin' can't do it without you! (My pardner loves it when I talk like this. It makes him think he's been imprisoned in a rerun of Gunsmoke.) Folks, I'm so broke I'm living in a ramshackle trailer and can't pay my bills, let alone donate a worthy amount to a worthy cause. But if you help me, we can git 'er done! So what are you waiting for? Do it--now! Or my co-author will sing at your church!