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KICKSTARTER UPDATE!

KICKSTARTER UPDATE: 

OK, so, I’m laying it all on the line today, kids. There’s a week left in my little venture, and I’m here to tell you: If this Kickstarter doesn’t succeed, I’m probably going to move into my car.

We’re one-fifth of the way there. Being an American of a certain age, I grew up with underdog movies. I believe that we can reach 100% (or more, she said with reckless enthusiasm!) by next weekend.

Think about this: a coffee from Starbucks is what, $5 by the time you finish fiddling around with it? Can you spare the equivalent of five cups of coffee? A week’s worth of java can make my dream come true if enough of you kick in. Any amount - ANY AMOUNT - helps. 

Since I’m being brutally honest, I’m going to say this, as well: this book’s getting written either way. I’ll do whatever I have to do to succeed in my goals. But I’d love it if you would join the amazing people who have already pledged to support me and turn this into something truly awesome. 

So, please - spread the word, and give if you can.

To everyone who has already pledged - you rock! Knowing I have such awesome and amazing people in my life gives me assurance that no matter what happens, I’m gonna make it after all. 

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KICKSTARTER UPDATE!

TODAY’S KICKSTARTER UPDATE: We’re at 7% and holding strong! Still on the fence about supporting our plucky heroine as she scribbles away? Well, then, check out these quotes from famous people that I almost certainly didn’t make up as far as you know!

TINA F. from NYC says, “This young woman has the guts, determination, and concealed weapon pointed at my spleen necessary for me to say, without reservation, that she is nuts and should probably be placated. Blergh.”

ROBIN M. from Atlanta, GA says, “The news business is a fast-paced and demanding field, and we are under incredible pressure to cover the stories that matter. Which is why you should TOTALLY take notice that I’m talking about “La Barceloneta,” a really awesome and lesbionic, supersonic sci-fi comedy romance thing that I’m endorsing to make this lady stop staring at me like she wants to take me as her cave bride.”

Neil dGT. from NYC says, “Watch out, we got a badass over here. No, seriously, I truly think you should be concerned for your safety. Also, support her book. She’s got crazy eyes.”

STILL NOT CONVINCED? Then check out the details at the link above. And please, SPREAD THE WORD. Every dollar, every crumb of support, brings us closer to our goal, and keeps me further away from a life living under a bridge!

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Kickstarter: IT BEGINS.

OK. This is kinda long, but I would politely ask that you give it your full attention.

So, I have lost my damned mind (not that I had a firm grip on it in the first place). My kickstarter project, AKA, MY FIRST NOVEL, is LIVE. I even subjected myself to a dorky video in order to fool people into thinking I have some clue about being a functional adult.

We have 45 days to raise 10K, or Claire goes to live under the bridge and become a hobette. A HOBETTE, I SAY.

Consider this your official, non-engraved invitation to check it out. IF you are so inclined, I’d love for you to A) support me however you can and B) SPREAD THE WORD. 

Again, the alternative to success is becoming a hobette. Beans from a can. Stovepipe hat with a ripped top. Pet crow named Mr. Pecky who speaks in the voice of a dead man. That kind of thing. 

Won’t you please help me? The sooner I’m a world-famous novelist, the sooner I can take over the world and you all get matching jumpsuits and universal healthcare. It’s win-win, really. 

Thanks.

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Kickstarter Ahoy!

So, my Kickstarter page may go up tomorrow, sans video (I need to retrieve my camera). But in the meantime, if you’d like to support my scribblin’, please feel free to utilize the “Donate” buttons over at ClaireDeLunacy.com or Clairedelunacy.tumblr.com.

Also, here is a little “teaser” (distinct from the ones I’ll be sharing as the project moves along) from my novel, “La Barceloneta.”

In the beginning, before the windows of the world and the doors of deep desire began to slam shut in thunderous progression, all were connected. All were one. The red earth ran lush with the children of heaven’s regard, and to the matriarch of each Family was given a fragment of the smoking mirror, so that they might look inside themselves and find their makers staring back. But the Children of Coyotl, who were clever enough to steal fire but not clever enough to grow fur or scales or feathers to keep them warm when Inri slipped into his bed each night, grew jealous of the gifts given to the other families. “We are the only True People,” they said. “We are as nimble as Monkey; more clever than Raven; more vicious than Wolf. What else among the People makes strong homes of adobe, or fashions mighty spears of itzli? Who else can take the very words of the gods and mark them upon the earth to be preserved and spoken later?” The other Families argued that they did not need these things, for their makers had given them strong claws and teeth, and sturdy homes among the caves and forests; what need had anyone to preserve the words of gods, when They spoke to all the People in every sight, scent and sound? “It is not our fault,” growled Bear, “that Coyotl made His children so hastily and lazily that they must be twice as clever to see things as they are.” But the Children of Coyotl would not heed the arguments of the other Families; they lusted after the other fragments of the smoking mirror, because Coyotl (who is clever as sin but cruel as winter’s kiss) made them with a hole in their hearts - a hole that could not be filled. It was this bottomless hole and the ache to fill it that drove Coyotl’s Children to avarice and cruelty.

It was Coyotl’s Children who introduced war, and slavery, and murder to the People; these things (whispered into the ear of men who no longer heeded the gods or even their own matriarch by a grinning Coyotl) spread like a sickness throughout the land. The Children of Coyotl roared across all the nations, enslaving and spoiling and devouring; the children of a hundred generations; the fruit of a thousand fields; wood and stone enough to build a tower to Heaven itself; all of these went into their greedy maw, until the Families cried out to Inri: “We will be consumed! The Children of Coyotl will make slaves of us all!”

And so the gods convened a council, and decided that the Children of Coyotl must be destroyed before they undid all of creation.

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