Amanda Palmer recently released her Ted speech titled The Art of Asking. Think of it as a call to arms for those attempting to crowd-source art projects.
I’m totally jealous that she gets to sleep with Neil Gaiman. Imagine what dreams he shares with his bedmate. I’m weird and like napping with friends.
I’ve had my own limited experience with crowd-sourcing. I did a post a chapter when I received X amount of donations from Dylan and the Dream Pirates in 2007. It did actually paid out.
I’ve been working on the Kickstarter for The Future Embodied. I hate the idea of bothering people with ads. It feels like begging, just as Amanda mentioned.
Long ago, I was a married way-too-young father of a newborn baby girl and I had to work as a hot tub salesman to pay the rent. I hated that experience of trying to sell customers on something they didn’t want or need and being so desperate for every sale.
I promised myself that I’d never have to do that again. Since then, almost twenty years, I’ve solely made my living with words. Writers have to sell themselves, but there is a distance. If an editor doesn’t want to buy your story, then you move along. If you are done documenting the latest Software Developer Kit, then you move to the next project.
Pushing The Future Embodied has brought back those old feelings. Failure feels like being the last kid to play dodgeball. I manage to quell them because success involves me paying other writers better.
Is this the future of publishing? Hell, if I know. I don’t think there is a single road to success and none of them are ever easy.