Brian Leli is creating weekly prose.
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Hello,

You should perhaps know that, at the time of this writing, I’m a 38-year-old white male from America living in a small town in northern Thailand. I write and teach English to young people in the seventh and eighth grades. When I’m not doing these things I’m mostly doing things that allow me to be better able to do these things.

It’s my second time living in this town. And I don’t at the moment anticipate ever calling another place home. I came here to lead a simple life where I could read and write and do whatever else was required of me from a place of relative calm. It doesn’t always go exactly that way. But I do for the most part feel as though I'm in the place I came here to be. 

I’ve been writing in some form or another regularly for about the past 10 years. EssaysShort storiesJournalistic piecesPoems. Journal entries. Long letters and emails. Instagram captionsWhatever. I have in me, as I can’t help but imagine that you have in you, a void that the written word almost always soothes.

Over the years, my writing has found its way to a very small audience. A tiny fraction of that very small audience has returned to read more of it. And an even tinier fraction of that tiny fraction of a very small audience has returned to read more of it somewhat often. I don’t think I’d be comfortable doing this, asking you to consider parting with your hard-earned and finite cash, if it weren’t for the support of that tiny fraction of a tiny fraction of a small audience, and my own blind faith and belief in what I’m doing. I don’t always know what it is that I’m doing, mind you. But I couldn’t keep doing it if I didn’t think it carried a little weight.

I’ve self-published a few books/e-books/etc. and had a handful of journalism articles published. But the vast majority of what I’ve written has gone untouched by publishers. And fair enough. It was never destined to be for everyone. And like many writers who go on breathing, I cringe now at some of that past work. But enough of what I've written in the past three years or so still rings true, and I'm pleased with the paths that I see clearing ahead of me.

I’m here doing this now because I would like to sustain my life of writing and teaching. Over time, I would like to get the things I write in front of more people. Mostly for the communal experience and void-soothing pleasure it might bring. But also to assist in doing things like paying for health insurance and maybe retiring one day, freeing up more time to wander about and write.

Thanks,
Brian
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Subscribers get access to one new prose writing each week. 
Goals
$45 of $100 per month
If I reach $100 per month I'll start posting monthly digital downloads of everything (for print and e-book).
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Hello,

You should perhaps know that, at the time of this writing, I’m a 38-year-old white male from America living in a small town in northern Thailand. I write and teach English to young people in the seventh and eighth grades. When I’m not doing these things I’m mostly doing things that allow me to be better able to do these things.

It’s my second time living in this town. And I don’t at the moment anticipate ever calling another place home. I came here to lead a simple life where I could read and write and do whatever else was required of me from a place of relative calm. It doesn’t always go exactly that way. But I do for the most part feel as though I'm in the place I came here to be. 

I’ve been writing in some form or another regularly for about the past 10 years. EssaysShort storiesJournalistic piecesPoems. Journal entries. Long letters and emails. Instagram captionsWhatever. I have in me, as I can’t help but imagine that you have in you, a void that the written word almost always soothes.

Over the years, my writing has found its way to a very small audience. A tiny fraction of that very small audience has returned to read more of it. And an even tinier fraction of that tiny fraction of a very small audience has returned to read more of it somewhat often. I don’t think I’d be comfortable doing this, asking you to consider parting with your hard-earned and finite cash, if it weren’t for the support of that tiny fraction of a tiny fraction of a small audience, and my own blind faith and belief in what I’m doing. I don’t always know what it is that I’m doing, mind you. But I couldn’t keep doing it if I didn’t think it carried a little weight.

I’ve self-published a few books/e-books/etc. and had a handful of journalism articles published. But the vast majority of what I’ve written has gone untouched by publishers. And fair enough. It was never destined to be for everyone. And like many writers who go on breathing, I cringe now at some of that past work. But enough of what I've written in the past three years or so still rings true, and I'm pleased with the paths that I see clearing ahead of me.

I’m here doing this now because I would like to sustain my life of writing and teaching. Over time, I would like to get the things I write in front of more people. Mostly for the communal experience and void-soothing pleasure it might bring. But also to assist in doing things like paying for health insurance and maybe retiring one day, freeing up more time to wander about and write.

Thanks,
Brian

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Subscribers get access to one new prose writing each week.