Sharing a Story

So, I have begun posting daily updates to my indiegogo campaign introducing my writing to those that are considering funding. I thought it best to show an example of my fiction writing rather than my poetry, so I naturally chose my favorite short story, Behind the Wayside Cafe. After the campaign is over, I will happily share the whole story, not broken up into 2,500 character bits, on this blog. Or at least a link to somewhere it can be read in its entirety. I wrote it a few years back, but I love Joanna just as much as the day I met her, standing on the side of that sweltering Arizona freeway. Check out the story (and contribute!) in its parceled bits at https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/writing-the-other-side-of-the-sea under the "Updates" heading or just check it out in its totality here in a few weeks. Two weeks left to go on crowd funding! If you haven't donated yet, please do!! I want to make Sophia and Saul just as happy as I did Joanna. :) Thanks!!

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I am excited and I gotta be honest, quite a bit nervous! This is my indiegogo campaign I launched on Thursday and I am still awaiting my second contributor. Asking people to help fund your dream is a humbling experience. Asking anyone for money can be. I used to travel all over the country, sitting outside of gas stations, on the sides of the road, out front grocery stores, and on any street stoop until the owner would come and chase us off, flying a cardboard sign or when there was no cardboard or no Sharpie, just verbally asking passersby for some spare change. Most would pass by. Some would toss something our way. One gave me a dollar and told me it was specifically intended for food. I put that dollar in a separate pocket so it wouldn't get mixed up with beer and cigarette money. I spent it on food, because that was her intention of donating. I didn't care my companions made fun of me. I suppose even though I didn't have a bed to go sleep in at night, I still had a sense of respect for those that were going to help me.

This story is recalled to me as I venture off on the biggest "spare change" of my life. Only this time, this request isn't for the pleasures of a travelling nomad, it is for the purposeful mission of a destined writer to complete a novel. And although the person making the requests may have changed some parts of her life between the two experiences, the sense of respect remains very intact and utterly unaltered. Those that will donate to me, I will treat with an honor and reverence that wells from deep within the core of me that is so entrenched, it still had its subtle influences with my actions even when I had wandered so far from its true purpose. The road is winding, sometimes nearer, sometimes further, but always on I traveled, and still do so.

I have now launched my biggest spare change. I am asking the universe to provide for me, as it did those many years without my knowledge. I lived with no plan, no back up plan, no plan B but only within the present moment, that place where somehow, everything I needed made its way to me, and to this day, still does.