Zee Pilgrim is creating literature
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I'm Zee Pilgrim, a maker of many things, including fiction.

>WHY SHOULD PEOPLE SPONSOR ME?
The hermit in me wants to weasle out by saying, "because they want to." Yeah, but *why* would they want to? Because I make great art, sometimes. Because I need money. [And my sponsors don't?] Because I'm ill-equipped to earn it the usual way. I hate that lifestyle, and if I could just make art all day and eat and sleep and poop I would get ~~really good~~ I *am* really good. Not the best, but I could be. So let me make art.

>WHAT WILL YOU CREATE WITH THE MONEY YOUR SPONSORS GIVE YOU?
Enchiladas. I'll probably start with enchiladas. All things begin with a meal. Something to feed off of. When you were incubating in your mama's belly, she ate ***TONS*** of food because she had to feed you. When thoughts are incubating in my mind, they feed off the mire I call the "compost heap," which is a potent blend of the loose, assorted bits and pieces I think up on the side. It's the table scaps off my day job, my dreams, the exceptionally chilly air of one monday morning at 4 AM, steeped in the mire of emotion. From this volatile compound germinates the sprouts of characters, plotlines, technology, planets, people... Some never grow big enough to take root, so they fall back into the mire and are consumed, to become more compost for the heap. Others take root and grow, joining the network of mega-concepts, or, on rare occasions, to stand alone, and form their own tree of thought. So the body runs the brain and the brain runs the mind, and my body runs on food. So we'll start with enchiladas.

Tiers
AWESOME DOLLAR MENU DRIVE-THRU!
$1 or more per month 1 patron
Instant gratification! Also digital downloads of my projects funded by this patreon -- i.e., *you*. Thank you!
AWESOME HIGH-FIVE THE GUY AT THE DRIVE-TRHU WINDOW!
$5 or more per month 0 patrons
You just bought me a bus ticket across town. Thanks! For that, I'll give you the previous reward of all my digi-download-mons, plus now you can vote on what you'd like me to work on next. And unlike in the US primaries, your votes actually matter!
AWESOME ENCHILADA!
$10 or more per month 0 patrons
Oh gee wow! This is enough for a bus ticket there and back! (Or one enchilada from the Mexican place across the street).  And in the spirit of returns, I'll send you an email any time I post something new, or when I miss you. It'll contain little bits and pieces that don't get posted, perhaps scanned pages from my notebook, I'll tell you what's going on in my life, whatever. It will be something cool and we might even become friends!
Goals
$23 of $70 per month
If you can help me make 70 a month, I'll honor that investment by producing one finished bit of art each day! And post them all on my website. I might write a new short story, poem, I might write a song, or whatever. My 5+ patrons will get to vote on what project I tackle next.
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I'm Zee Pilgrim, a maker of many things, including fiction.

>WHY SHOULD PEOPLE SPONSOR ME?
The hermit in me wants to weasle out by saying, "because they want to." Yeah, but *why* would they want to? Because I make great art, sometimes. Because I need money. [And my sponsors don't?] Because I'm ill-equipped to earn it the usual way. I hate that lifestyle, and if I could just make art all day and eat and sleep and poop I would get ~~really good~~ I *am* really good. Not the best, but I could be. So let me make art.

>WHAT WILL YOU CREATE WITH THE MONEY YOUR SPONSORS GIVE YOU?
Enchiladas. I'll probably start with enchiladas. All things begin with a meal. Something to feed off of. When you were incubating in your mama's belly, she ate ***TONS*** of food because she had to feed you. When thoughts are incubating in my mind, they feed off the mire I call the "compost heap," which is a potent blend of the loose, assorted bits and pieces I think up on the side. It's the table scaps off my day job, my dreams, the exceptionally chilly air of one monday morning at 4 AM, steeped in the mire of emotion. From this volatile compound germinates the sprouts of characters, plotlines, technology, planets, people... Some never grow big enough to take root, so they fall back into the mire and are consumed, to become more compost for the heap. Others take root and grow, joining the network of mega-concepts, or, on rare occasions, to stand alone, and form their own tree of thought. So the body runs the brain and the brain runs the mind, and my body runs on food. So we'll start with enchiladas.

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Tiers
AWESOME DOLLAR MENU DRIVE-THRU!
$1 or more per month 1 patron
Instant gratification! Also digital downloads of my projects funded by this patreon -- i.e., *you*. Thank you!
AWESOME HIGH-FIVE THE GUY AT THE DRIVE-TRHU WINDOW!
$5 or more per month 0 patrons
You just bought me a bus ticket across town. Thanks! For that, I'll give you the previous reward of all my digi-download-mons, plus now you can vote on what you'd like me to work on next. And unlike in the US primaries, your votes actually matter!
AWESOME ENCHILADA!
$10 or more per month 0 patrons
Oh gee wow! This is enough for a bus ticket there and back! (Or one enchilada from the Mexican place across the street).  And in the spirit of returns, I'll send you an email any time I post something new, or when I miss you. It'll contain little bits and pieces that don't get posted, perhaps scanned pages from my notebook, I'll tell you what's going on in my life, whatever. It will be something cool and we might even become friends!