Did you know that Caith Esra Ulvar is writing stories on Patreon?!
Yes! It’s true! And you can sign up for just $1 – that’s ONE DOLLAR.
Honest to God, I’m not. It’s just ONE DOLLAR. ONE DOLLAR! ONE DOLLAR! Say it with me!
Okay. So that didn’t work. I get it. You people need convincing… So don’t take it from me. Let’s hear some testimonials from satisfied readers…
“I used to just give my loose change to buskers. And I don’t even like music. Caith Esra Ulvar has given me a great way to get rid of those extra dollars. And I get a story!“
“I had so much loose change lying around. I had to spend all my vacation days on trips to Rome, just so I could dump my coins in the Trevi Fountain. All that starchy food seriously threw off my diet. But then I discovered Caith Esra Ulvar and guess what, my skinny jeans fit again. And I get a story!“
“Lugging all that loose change around gave me man-arms. One night in bed I accidentally flexed. My fiance was so intimidated, he called off the wedding. Now that I’m giving my extra dollars to Caith Esra Ulvar my muscle tone is way down and I’m dating again. And I get a story! Caith Esra Ulvar is all I read.”
Thank you, Caith Esra Ulvar!
Now if that doesn’t convince you to sign up for a $1 patreon pledge, I don’t know what will. Hey why don’t you go to Caith Esra Ulvar’s patreon page right now. I’ll be waiting here for you while you sign up…
Don’t be a change-horder. Spend a dollar on Caith Esra Ulvar. And during the first month you’ll get four stories for the price of one. That’s $1 (ONE DOLLAR) for four stories. That’s too good of a deal to be true – No, that’s exactly what you’ll get. That’s truly a killer deal! Let me repeat that – that deal is A-mazing!
So head on over to patreon.com/caithesraulvar and claim your stories today!
(My patreon-button is bigger than yours 😉 )
This patreon launch is really eating me. I’ve one supporter who is a one man cheering squad, mind you. But I’m disheartened. Where there is one there’ll be many. If they all get into my stories with this much enthusiasm I’ve got it made. I’ve heard so many success stories. Heard of so many people who had dozens, hundreds of followers right out of the gate. I won’t be able to deliver that. I’ve no platform. Nobody gives a shit.
And they advice you to recruit your family to support you for the first few months – I cannot even tell them that I am doing this. There’ll be hell to pay. I’m too enmeshed. I need to get out of here. I’ve been thinking this a lot lately. But where am I supposed to go? I don’t know anyone and nobody knows me. All I ever do is write and now patreon.
And every once in a while I’ve a good feeling about this and every once in a while I want to hang myself. How am I supposed to find my people? I’m not a brand. I’m a feeling; the kind of feeling you cut yourself to escape. My stories are inconsequential. My stories are a wound that won’t heal. My guardians didn’t hug me nearly enough for me to handle frustration well, delay gratification.
- I’m afraid people won’t get what I’m doing.
- I’m afraid those who do won’t find me.
- I’m afraid they may not even try.
You’re not special princess… But my stories are. I want more readers/patrons for their sake. My characters ache to live in a multitude of minds. The most important thing about me are the stories I write. If I’m honest with myself, I don’t want a tribe. I want a fucking army.
This post is jumping the gun a bit. In fact I’m well on my way to build my patreon page but it’s not quite launched yet. I’m estimating that it’ll take me at least another month to polish my fiction enough, so that I can publish some quality content right out of the gate. So bear with me for now… I’ll update this post as my launch date approaches.
And then I didn’t. Yet somehow the big day is here and I’m a little overwhelmed to be honest. There’s so many things I need to do to get my page up and running. I want to publish my first story and the associated rewards today – so please bear with me as I hyperventilate…
Okay, I’m good. Sort of.
Now that my patreon page is finally online I find myself in a weird place in which I am both afraid everything will change and that nothing does. Things have to change, though. I’ve spent too long working for the junk drawer. I’m sure Kafka was a top bloke but he is not a role model. The other side must be better. So I took the plunge. I’ll establish a new routine – give it a week and my adrenaline level will be back to normal and this whole patreon business will feel like same old, same old. Am I making sense here?
On the flipside I have told myself again and again to give it three years. Show up. Be consistent. Even if no one is watching. I have resolved to give it three years and possibly a lifetime. Or until the inevitable collapse of society and the internet. But then I’ll just tell my stories around a camp fire after an exciting day of hunting and gathering, possibly zombie dodging or whatever. I’m a good writer. I am passionate about my stories. And I am confident that they will find an audience. Eventually.
And here comes the inevitable sales pitch: Want to know if that’s you? You can head on over to my patreon page. It’s live now – did I mention that? There’s me, welcoming you with my whole heart, and stories and soon also a novel (March 05, everybody) and lots of perks for signing up and supporting me. Before you hop on over to patreon, don’t forget to share this with your people. Life is too short to hide what you’re passionate about. I have stopped hiding. It is scary. But I’m sure it’ll be worth it.
By the way, is this logo too big…?!