I finished a short piece today called I Think Maybe it Should Start With a Joke, which – following You Have a New Friend Request! from February 2011, and Thirty-Eight Minutes from October 2011 – is the final corner of my ‘Suicide Trilogy’. Each has nothing to do with the other, beyond the central theme, and the fact that they are all first-person tales of desperation and loneliness.

As a topic, it’s interesting to explore, but as an emotional investment it’s very difficult to maintain a level of objectivity while also immersing yourself in the piece of fiction you’re trying to write, especially when you are so close to the subject matter.

Sometimes the line in the sand is not very clear. So, that being said, I think I am done with suicide.

…so to speak.