Kickstarter – Day 3
I admit – part of me had hoped to see the Kickstarter project funded in record time, blowing far past any expectations that anyone might have had. That’s the wildly optimistic part that sees relevance in everything, expects the universe to conspire to drop everything into my lap. Of course, that part of me is frequently disappointed. The rest of me is buckling down and trying to figure out what I need to do to push this book, get it in the hands of as many people as possible.
Why? Because I love readers. I love ‘em. (I love you!) I’m a sentimental bastard who loves people who love what I do. Really, I’m a sap.
But it’s not just my readers – I love all readers, really. Whether they’re into fantasy and sci-fi, popcorn novels, Dan Brown’s latest Vatican-offending pop culture icon, comic books (comic books are awesome, just fucking awesome), doesn’t matter. The fact that people are reading, that language isn’t dead, that it’s still appreciated with all its clever turns of phrase, all its momentous scene-building glory, all its emotionally moving (or traumatizing – try Guts by Chuck Palahniuk) turns – all of it.
My friend Jaron is seeking funding for a limited print run of his novel, “Zen Motherfuckers”. Having read it through and been witness to the birth of this dizzying narrative, AND speaking as a picky asshole who puts a book down if I don’t like it within the first 50 pages, I *highly* recommend you support this book.
For those who like dense simile- and metaphor-laden imagery wrapped in cigarette smoke and soaked in cheap bourbon, a sense of the unreachable transcendent, and who enjoy reading about people losing their shit completely while searching for meaning in a disorienting world, this book is for you.
Spread the word!
Tell your friends! Hell, tell your enemies, too. Tell everyone you know!
Thanks for the support – it means a lot.