Greetings Barbarians! Long days and pleasant nights!
A man’s attitude towards life is the very definition of his character. He must do everything he can to tend to his affairs. But at the same time, he must learn to accept when something is beyond him. You can pray for rain all you want but dig a well as you do it.
November is about to end and, December is just around the corner. As the month ends, the fundraiser is about to end along with it. I will no longer bombard you with snippets about the fundraiser. I will no longer bother you with annoying bits of my personal life in hopes of getting help. Perhaps, I should stop writing at all. After all, I would choose to burn out than fade into obscurity.
When I first started writing, I never expected that there would be any money involved. I started out wanting to talk about my journey and experiences that lead me to this. I followed a dream. You see, I have always dreamt of getting published. All I wanted was to make something useful out of all the unfortunate occurrences that happened to me.
One of the fears I had about the fundraiser was the damage it would create to my credibility. No one likes to get their reputation tarnished. No one enjoys getting their intentions questioned. That becomes clear with comments such as “you shouldn’t post pictures of shoes because it ruins the marketing of your desperation.”.
Yes, I am desperate, but it does not mean I have to be a pitiful fuck in every post. I still have a job to do – I have to write. I, nevertheless, find it distasteful how low people think of writing or blogging. Just because something is free does not mean it is devoid of any value. It is free to look at the Monalisa, but it does not mean it is worthless. Not that I am comparing my body of work to the works of Da Vinci, but you get the idea.
Then there are those bloggers who think just because they are not making any money off writing – I should not, too. I get that we all have different reasons for writing. The reason when I started is no longer similar to my reason for writing now. But let me ask you this if we were to switch places, meaning make some money from writing, would you do it? I am guessing you would; you would probably trade places faster than you could say “hot potato!”.
Why spit venom now? What exactly am I getting at?
I honestly have no idea. All I want is to end November with no stones left unturned. I desire to end it knowing that, for better or worse, I did everything I could. If ever I go down, I need to know that I went down fighting, that I fought a good fight, and I fought well. End this chapter and start anew.
I want to thank my friends, patrons, and sponsors during this painstaking ordeal. I did not meet my target goal, but I am so thankful to have you as my friend. Thank you for being so wonderful and decent friends; I could not ask for more. I told this a thousand times, and I will speak of it again – I needed the money but, I needed my friends more. I need a pillar of strength and the affection of friends.
- Russell De Castro
- Penny Berry and Captain Quinn
- Anna Vill Garcia
- Joey Banaria
- Michael Orseo
- Neil Convento
- Bee Halton
- Phutie Tallada and Cherms Mantes
- Marco Banaria
- Mikki Bih0n
- Jiorgio Alvarez
- Sally Pamintuan
- Matt Smythe
- Robby Banez
- Nino and Diana Cassidy
- Susi Bocks
- Arcadio Rivera
- Yang Lee
- Sheila Navarro
- Mrs. Wayfarer
- Devi Pierce
- Three’s Mariaass
- Summerhill Lane
- Maja Asgautsen
- Jess Hannon
- Gail Hysop
Maraming salamat at mahal ko kayong lahat!
I want to give you a short glimpse of how I spend your money.
The money I collected from the fundraiser goes into paying the bank; it does not go into my pocket. The Patreon money goes into settling the bills and paying for my daughter’s education. I have told you about that in the past, but what I did not tell you was that I am giving away 10% of my Patreon earnings to a poor girl who lost her dad. We have this one neighbor who died last October due to a complication from a stroke. He left behind a five-year-old daughter. Being a father myself, it broke my heart to see something like that. What would happen to my daughter if something unfortunate ever happened to me? So, in noble conscience, I have elected to give away 10% of my earnings to that wee girl. It is not much, but if it could help a girl somehow, I would not even think twice.
Why am I telling you this? Is this another sob story so that I could ask you for more money?
No, I have no intention of telling you about this. But for some reason, some think that I do not deserve any of this. I put every cent I got from writing to great use and, any money left, I invest in myself. I do not run around partying like a jackass in sunglasses.
I spend them on books so that I can learn more and write more. I allocate it in creating a product that I could sell so that I would not burden you anymore. All I wanted was for my work ethics and body of work to speak for itself. Because at the end of November, all I need for you to know is that I am worthy of your affection.
To Courage, Freedom, and November!
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