Fundraising Fun and Frustration. (The Triple F)

Well, I've been working at raising funds for my first novel, Age / Sex / Location for a few weeks now, and I've got to say... fundraising is exhausting! There is the elating high when someone new pledges funds toward the project, the hand-wringing anxiety of wondering when (or if) anyone else will find it to be worth backing, pats on the back from friends and strangers, and the strange and tense feeling of trying to explain "why" I am even attempting such an endeavor.

This portion of my journey toward a bound and readable novel has been a great and wonderful learning experience. Not only has it opened my eyes to the continued battle of those who spend their lives raising funds for causes they believe in, but it has also warmed my soul to know that there are so many people who are willing, happy and able to help others reach their dreams.

If you have gotten this far in the posting and are wondering where you can get more information on the project I'm talking about, check out my Kickstarter page. Please feel free to read through all of the updates, e-mail me any questions you might have at d.kawaii@gearheadzpaintball.com or follow me on Facebook.

Thank you to all of you who have supported my endeavors!

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