...we have to buy food.
And with Adam's night-driving phobia and me being on concom, we really really ought to be staying at the hotel.
This is when I would ordinarily do Wind Tunnel Dreams, but due to my schedule being the way it is this week/weekend/et cetera, I absolutely do not want to promise new spontaneous fiction on a regular basis.
So I'll do this. If you throw a little into the pot, I will send you the short story I read at Arisia this year, "I Am Thinking of You in the Spaces Between". And when it's edited to my liking, I will send you "Maxfield Parrish Blue(s)", too. "My Empire for Ashes", if you want it. I may work up a scale at some point, x stories for $y, whatever, but I will totally start you off with something that has not seen print anywhere yet and only the people who were at my Arisia reading have ever heard. And it made some of them teary-eyed.
If you donate and leave me a story prompt in comments, I will try to do it next week, but again, I am not making a solid promise there, because my schedule is as it is. The promise is for "I Am Thinking of You in the Spaces Between", because that's already written! And this should give me a boot in the butt to get around to editing "Maxfield Parrish Blue(s)".
No pressure at all, no minimum amount, no me nudging you if you don't throw some money in; but if you can, it'd be a big help, and you will get a story that people have been liking. Thank you.