Help A.J. Finally Finish His Novel
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When I was six, I got sent to my room for one reason or another. I probably was running around the house and smashed a vase or something. While in there, I got out some paper and my crayons and I wrote a short story called "Rocking Raspberries." It was a blatant rip-off of both the Cat in the Hat and the California Raisins. Six-year-old me was very proud of myself. Lack of creativity aside, it was from that moment on I knew I wanted to be a writer. Since then I have published a few stories and became a news reporter. Which brings us to the present.
There was always something that, in my head, prevented me from writing a novel. Lack of time, or I'm not lucky enough to sell it, or blah blah blah. But then we find ourselves in the situation in which we find ourselves, and I could no longer stand putting it off anymore. Life is too fleeting to not give whatever it is that we deep down know we always wonder about a true and real shot.
So what will these funds be used for? They will be used for rent, food, and utilities, as well as research and manuscript submissions. My plan is to disappear for a month to six weeks in early May; disappear to a place where no one knows me and I can finally complete what has been inside of me since I wrote about raspberries in a band so many years ago.
The support received here will be humbling and I doubt I will ever be able to truly express what it means to me (see how good with the words I am!). I wish I could offer more of an incentive than sincere and eternal gratitude, and your name in the acknowledgements section of my book should it be published. But those are the only things I can offer.
I know there are roughly ten million starving writers on here, and what makes me so different and deserving of your support? I cannot answer that in a truthful way. All I know is that six-year-old A.J., who got sent to his room for jabbing a hole in the couch with an umbrella (I remembered!) will be pleased, and a life spent not doing something that has been with me since then will be rectified.
Thank you again.
Thank you, thank you,
A.J. Harris
There was always something that, in my head, prevented me from writing a novel. Lack of time, or I'm not lucky enough to sell it, or blah blah blah. But then we find ourselves in the situation in which we find ourselves, and I could no longer stand putting it off anymore. Life is too fleeting to not give whatever it is that we deep down know we always wonder about a true and real shot.
So what will these funds be used for? They will be used for rent, food, and utilities, as well as research and manuscript submissions. My plan is to disappear for a month to six weeks in early May; disappear to a place where no one knows me and I can finally complete what has been inside of me since I wrote about raspberries in a band so many years ago.
The support received here will be humbling and I doubt I will ever be able to truly express what it means to me (see how good with the words I am!). I wish I could offer more of an incentive than sincere and eternal gratitude, and your name in the acknowledgements section of my book should it be published. But those are the only things I can offer.
I know there are roughly ten million starving writers on here, and what makes me so different and deserving of your support? I cannot answer that in a truthful way. All I know is that six-year-old A.J., who got sent to his room for jabbing a hole in the couch with an umbrella (I remembered!) will be pleased, and a life spent not doing something that has been with me since then will be rectified.
Thank you again.
Thank you, thank you,
A.J. Harris
Organizer
A.J. Harris
Organizer
Bloomington, IL