Have you ever wanted to tell me what to write? Well, now you can. I’ve decided to write a book of 13 short stories based entirely upon what my patrons tell me to write. Everyone who subscribes to my Patreon (link at the bottom of this post) will have their name entered into a monthly drawing. If you subscribe for $1, you’ll get one entry. If you subscribe for $10, you’ll get ten entries. If you subscribe for $25…well, you probably get the idea by now. As far as I know, this has never been done before, so let’s make history!

Once a month, I’ll draw a name out of the hat, and that person will tell me what short story to write. Setting, time period, characters, genre…whatever you want. You can be as vague or as specific as you feel like, and I’ll write the story to the best of my ability. (If you win once, you’re still eligible, but will only get half of your usual entries entered into the drawing.) When all 13 stories have been written, I’ll send the book off for publication. Depending on the tier you subscribe to, you’ll either get a free eBook of the book or an autographed physical copy. Winners will get an autographed physical copy no matter their tier.

Theoretically, you could subscribe for a $1, have your name drawn, and unsubscribe next month. But don’t do that, please. 🙂

As a test of sorts, I’ve already had the drawing for the first story, and Irene Knouff won.  Congratulations, Irene! The next drawing will happen on November 1st, and on the first, second, or third of every following month until all thirteen stories have been written.

My Patreon page is below. And remember, the more you subscribe, the more chances you have of winning and telling me what to write!

https://www.patreon.com/joederouen

 

 

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Shawn’s stomach clenched at his father’s words, and he looked across the rows of wooden pews to the coffin where his best friend lay in his uncomfortable suit. A quiet murmuring chatter danced among the mourners, pleasantries exchanged about what a good boy Tanner had been, how the family had endured more than their share of tragedies over the years, and why it was perfectly understandable that Tanner’s sister was having a hard time coping with her loss. Shawn just wanted them all to shut up. He needed this day to be over. More than anything, he desperately needed his friend back.

— Small Things, Chapter 1