Peggy Perdue

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Hi there.

I got on Patreon a few years ago, back when I didn’t know what I was doing. But I knew I wanted to do something.

I've always been a writer, but I hated the traditional publishing model. I couldn't do it.

Maybe I was afraid, but mostly, I hated it.... The whole idea of gatekeepers and rejection letters and waiting for someone else to decide my fate. Plus, all I ever heard was that poetry was "inaccessible" and hard to understand. And frankly, I completely agreed. I mean, I've read the poetry books out there, too—no wonder "nobody reads poetry."

But then I started meeting other poets and writers, and they were really good. And I thought, Why is no one reading this stuff? Nobody knows about them! Why aren't publishers printing and promoting their work!??? There had to be a better way.

Then all that crowdfunding stuff started, and I thought, cool—but how sustainable is that? to try to raise a few thousand dollars every year? Then came Patreon, and I was intrigued.

So I joined. And for two or three years, I had two whole patrons. Yep, two. And I wrote. I posted. I shared things. I even asked for a little extra support when I was accepted into a local writing fellowship.

Then I got pregnant, and became a mother, and got lost in all of the to-do's and musts and a few shoulds.

Somehow, though, I never stopped poeting. Even at a time when it seemed like it would be the hardest thing I could do. Though what it looked like certainly got altered. And that desire, drive, to write grew stronger, as I watched my son grow and got the opportunity to see life from a different perspective, but certainly not with all the rose-colored, unicorn-rainblow (my new word) our culture has been conditioned to vomit back up when we talk about being a mom.

Then last year, while I was taking yet another course for my "other" business, the one that presumably paid the bills, I remembered there is only one thing I'm really meant to do: Write.

And I wasn't doing it.

So, I announced I’m going to write a book this year and really make another go at writing poetry—and making more space in my life and business for writing in general. 

Then the f*&$ing pandemic broke.
But I couldn't NOT do this again.

I went ahead anyway, and in April I challenged myself to post something every day for National Poetry Month to the small group of family, friends, and colleagues who followed my fb page. Poems, pictures, what inspires me, what I was thinking, etc. I tried things out, and yes, I even watched those marketing metrics like a nervous mom.

I even came up with a challenge for people to give me three words on a given day, and I'd pull them together to write a poem to try to capture our shared experience. It was really the best thing I could have done, and I called it our "collective poem" (you can see a bit more about it here) and even got it included in a local bookstore's poem-a-day.

But then, in May, after I was exhausted from posting every day and writing and rearing a child and dealing with the stress of everything, I got a letter from my sister-in-law about what my poem “Valedictorian Speech” did for her and her family during this difficult time, the “power and hope” it had given to them.

And my goal to “make poetry personal” and to bring “poetry to the people” didn't feel like empty marketing fluff. I really started to see how people could connect with poetry again, and to themselves, and to the world around them, and the bigger picture—and how I could help.

But here’s the thing: as much as I loved the participation, I might have gotten just as much if not more out of it. I received so much pleasure, inspiration, and energy again from seeing others take part in what I was doing. There were many days when I thought, between lack of sleep, watching the news, raising my son, there was no way I was going to be able to come up with something to post, and certainly nothing poetic or inspiring.

But I did. And I saw it:

THIS is what I’ve been trying to do, and why the traditional publishing model has never felt right for me.

I don’t care if I sell millions of books or win any awards.

For me, it has always been about the potential of how maybe, just maybe, someday, somebody, somewhere, might connect enough with my words that they’ll underline them, and memorize them, and maybe even share them and live by them.

And for one of the first times in a long time, or maybe ever, I’ve seen how that might actually be able to happen.

Basically, for me to do this work, and why I'm here is, I’m going to have to buck the traditional publishing model—which I won’t lie, might have scared me more than I was willing to admit—and go straight to you.

And that’s why, right now, I feel like it’s time to ask for what I’ve always wanted and go after it.

And although I have to spend a lot of time in solitude and be independent in my thinking and how I do things, I now know this:

I will do this work no matter what, but given the choice, I want to do it with you and with your help.

So if you are willing and able to help me share this work with the rest of the world…

I'd love to have your sustaining support.

Thank you.


P.S. If you're not ready or able to offer financial support, I'd still love to have you in my community, give you some free poetry, and let you know what I'm up to. Sign up for updates—and have your words included in my next "collective poem"—here:
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Let's do this! If we hit $250, I can start dedicating more time to writing, editing, and posting my writing. How does one new poem a month sound?
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