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Carl Fredrik Hill, Self portrait during a time of illness, drawn on a letter to his father (1873)
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Jack Kerouac’s Mug Shot.
Oh, the Beat Generation was serious, huh?
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We’ve reached the last four days of Amanda’s Kickstarter.
Over the last almost-a-month of the Kickstarter she’s got a huge amount of support, set records, made the news, and is now planning a giant webcast block party in Brooklyn on Thursday night for the people who supported her and to count down to 11:59 when the Kickstarter ends.
She’s good for supporters, and she’s already well exceeded her goal and is somewhere off into her wildest dreams. (As I write this she’s 888% funded.) But I still thought I’d stick something up here, in the last few days, because…
We put together the Evening With Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer Kickstarter last year, to raise the money to professionally record the West Coast tour we did in November. We raised a lot more money from the Kickstarter than we had expected, so we made everything we could even better than anyone had expected. The double CD we had talked about became a beautiful triple CD package, for example, and then we did a special super secret bonus CD with a banana on it to go along with that - along with over two hours of extra material we released digitally for all the supporters. We worked very hard to make sure that everyone who supported us got something better than they thought they were getting.
And when the stuff started showing upin people’s mailboxes and they started posting happy photographs of their stuff (like these…)
…then people here and on Twitter started sending me sad messages, telling me they wished they had supported the Kickstarter, they’d missed it as they hadn’t seen it, or had forgotten, or were broke at the time — but was it too late to get the stuff? I wrote back a lot, and said yes, I was sorry but it was too late. We’d only made enough for the Kickstarter backers.
Amanda will be releasing a version of her new CD to the public in September. That’s the one you’ll be able to buy at your local store. But the two CD set inside a book, or the quadruple vinyl in its box, or whatever else she decides to throw in to the other levels — that stuff will only exist for Kickstarter. If you want it, or any of the other rewards (down to the $1 reward that gets you the album digitally when it comes out, which will be significantly cheaper than it’ll be on iTunes) then this is really just a reminder that you only have four days…
(Source: kickstarter.com, via neil-gaiman)
When I was very young, I was a self involved drama diva. I was also a writer, and you can see some of that in my very early work. But this isn’t about the page, exactly. This is about the most important advice ever given to me when I was just a little pup starting out.
I hadly ever write about or talk about those years when I was finding my way. The details of those years are basically locked in a vault. My friend, Andrea, has a “key”, but I doubt very seriously that she ever talks about the way we used to be— the ridiculous love affairs, the credit card debt, very dramatic scenes in restaurants, screwdrivers and bagels for breakfast, the , the weeping (“but I love you!” with tears freezing on my lashes). I could go on and on, but I won’t because I am boring myself.
Finally my beloved mentor said to me:
Stop living your life like a Fitzgerald novel. You’ll never write your book, and even if you do, you’ll never enjoy it. Fitzgerald’s characters are never satisfied until they have broken their own hearts, utterly destroyed themselves.
He told me that to write well, you need to live well. Take care of yourself. Stop theboozing, dump the loser boyfriend, stop showing out in public. I believe he told me to “drink some water, for God’s sake!” He also told me to sit down, shut up, read more. Write. And “put on a coat. It’s freezing outside.”