“I truly believe there are artists and there are patrons in the Kingdom.”

A friend told me this the other day, and I think she might be on to something. To be honest, sometimes I wish art was commercially self-sustainable. I wish there was a simple machine to turn words into dollars.

But then, we wouldn’t need each other, would we?

I have no idea what I’m doing. I keep pounding out words here, and you keep reading them, and I’m grateful. Every time I get a message saying “I thought I was the only one, thanks for showing me that I’m not alone,” I realize again that I’m not alone either.

Some days I think about quitting.

Dragging words out of my chest and flinging them across the internet can be exhausting. Some days I want to go away and come back when I’ve got it all figured out, when my words are a little more polished, when my heart isn’t quite so raw and on my sleeve. Some days I think I’d rather be a construction worker.

But the words won’t stop. And I’m glad for that. I love what this mess has become.

Still, I have bills to pay and a family to support. So until they invent that machine that turns words into dollars, I’m grateful that there are patrons as well as artists in the Kingdom.

Would you consider giving a few dollars each month to support Redemption Pictures?