Anyways, Snapshots is now available at Amazon and Smashwords. B&N, Apple, Kobo and others will come later. The links will be added to Snapshots' page as I get them.
My biggest issue with publishing Snapshots was the genre. Snapshots doesn't fit into a nice easy genre. Sure, it's YA, but after that it was a little tricky. There are Sci-fi elements, but it's not a Sci-fi story. I could call it Contemporary if I wanted. It also has LGBT elements. Cyc's sexuality is a plot point, but like the Sci-fi in the story, it's not the focus. More a sideline. I had two people suggest Speculative Fiction and after googling it, I agreed. Unfortunately, Speculative Fiction isn't a category listed at Amazon or Smashwords. In the end, I settled on Sci-fi and LGBT. In the tags I put Speculative Fiction.
As with any new release, I'm a little nervous. One night had a hard time falling asleep because all my insecurities rose up. Do the sci-fi elements make sense? Did I remember to include an explanation for this or that. Cyc has his bandana in the deli scene? It took all I had not to jump up and start rewriting stuff. The final read through was done and I was calling it good. No rewrites, no searching for stray typos. My eyes wouldn't see them anyways. Hopefully, friends will catch any stray typos let me know. Then I can get the paperback version ready to go.
Okay, enough babbling. Time for a little teaser.
“No, it’s Uncle Cyc.” I tore my hat and bandana off and pressed the green fabric to the wound in his chest. “But don’t you worry, your momma’s right here and everything’s gonna be okay.”
I kept pressure on the wound, unable to look up. I sensed the crowd gathered around. The air was heavy with their horror. Finally, I heard Kellen’s mother voice screaming for her son. She pushed through the crowd and gathered him into her arms. My gaze connected with his for a brief second.
The vision was quick, a painful image flashing and disappearing. Head down, I rose and made my way through the crowd. Tyler stopped me. I didn’t need to look up to know what he was silently asking. I shook my head and pulled free. Tears filled my eyes and I fought to hold them back. I could still see the vision. An image of Kellen’s mother holding his lifeless body at the exact moment I told Tyler the boy would die.