S.A. Barton is creating Short sci-fi, digital sci-fi art, and blogginess!
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patrons

$101
per month
I'm here because I'm heir to a lot of the stereotypical trials of writerdom. Starting with... well, I'm not a starving artist. But my family lives right at the poverty line, maybe a smidge below.

There's a crapton of stress in my life, and it has made it very hard to write. But things are slowly getting better. Knowing I have support helps a lot, and patronage is super support.

I've been battling persistent depressive disorder for years and only recently got help. So that's a little better but not gone by ANY means. I've got a hell of a case of impostor syndrome, and have only recently really, truly began to believe my writing is good enough to break out and sell big, despite having sold work at pro rates in the past and the many compliments and helpful comments patrons and Twitter friends and real life friends have made (family too, but their compliments are often colored by love so I have trouble giving them full weight).

We've only recently moved out of a rapidly decaying 1969 trailer home. That place SUUUUUUCKED. We're now in better digs. Still not glorious digs, but this place actually has enough bedrooms for the family and the floor isn't made of slowly collapsing particleboard. The new apartment just a little rough around the edges, and that I can deal with. Also my bedroom-slash-writing-room opens onto a balcony that's practically in the middle of a tree since we're on the second floor. That part is actually pretty cool.

I'm the family shopper. The food budget remains tight. I usually cook the food, too. There's little room for waste. The budget will get tighter unless finances change for the better -- my two little ones are 5 and 7, and their appetites will be growing for the next decade-plus.

My family still lives close to the edge. And that's every day stress. Every day is another little crisis. We have to push back the phone bill for a week. We have to borrow 20 bucks for bus fare. We have to replace a tire on the 15 year old minivan and the $40 used tire means I have to cook more beans and rice and pasta this week. That kinda stuff.

I need your help here. Your money, yes. But also your support. Do you know how goddamn GOOD it feels to know that someone believes in what I do enough to part with real live folding green? How far it goes toward retiring impostor syndrome and beating back depression?

It feels AMAZING. And I NEED that feeling as much as the money, to overcome the heavy feeling that drags at me and feeds my depression. To help lever me off the couch. It's a shot of pure motivation knowing that you're here and especially when I get a chance to interact with you (even if as so often happens it takes me some time to answer a comment).

I need readers. All writers need readers. People willing to part with money in exchange for the fun of reading and exploring part of my head. I need to know you're there. 

I've been writing for a few years now. At first I wrote on lunch breaks at my job, which was managing a grocery department in a grocery store. Lots of lifting boxes and towing half-ton pallets by muscle on wheels and stacking cans and squatting down and climbing up.

And my hip wore out. The years of chronic pain and opioid pain medication sucked, too. I've recently gotten a hip replacement -- thank you, poverty, for qualifying me for Medicare and thank you my worn-out bones for being so worn-out that replacing them qualified as a medical necessity.

So that left writing, and I became a stay-and-work-at-home dad and writer. And eventually I usually didn't feel bad about that (though sometimes I do, because I feel bad about not making enough money to at least pay rent. And my sales and Patreon will need to grow quite a bit before that happens). I didn't like schlepping groceries. I didn't much like any of the other jobs I had. Not the sit-down or the active, the menial or the managerial, and definitely not the dark days I don't like to talk about, the deep shadows that lurk in the background of many of my stories and haunt my villains and heroes alike: the years I spent alone and despairing, the years I spent trying to drink myself to death. I nearly succeeded more than once. The knowledge haunts me: I almost cheated myself out of this family I love more than I love myself and always will. I almost cheated myself out of this dream of writing great stories for me and you and everyone else.

Writing is the only job I've ever loved. It's all I want to do. I never had a dream before just like the real live angsty Gen-X dude I am. I need your support to make it into a paying career that can support my human family and hey, also my cat says "MEOW HELP THE MAN BUY ME MORE KIBBLE MEOW."

I HAVE FINALLY SET UP A REWARD STRUCTURE SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT YOU GET FOR YOUR SUPPORT. TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH. And also...

...you get the warm fuzzy feeling of backing a writer who is here to succeed, the pleasure of being a patron of the arts, and my heartfelt thankyous.



Tiers
I support starving writers!
$1 or more per month 2 patrons
  • You get to see exclusive short fiction! I irregularly publish patron-only flash fiction, news articles from possible futures, thirteen word stories, and more. If I publish them anywhere else -- which I often don't -- you'll see them at least a week before anyone else.
  • See most sabarton.com posts a full week before they appear there! Occasionally I publish a small post, quick comment, or other irrelevancy without delay -- but you see all the MEATY posts first. :)
I want to help AND get ebooks!
$5 or more per month 3 patrons
  • Everything from the $1 tier, of course.
  • FREE ADVANCE EBOOK COPIES YAAAAAAAY! You will be able to download any ebook I publish from Patreon, for free, in the formats available to me -- usually EPUB, MOBI, and PDF. If you need a format I don't have let me know and I'll do whatever I need to do to get you a copy in a form you can use -- even if I have to email you a .doc or .rtf. If I publish immediately you get it right away, but you get PREORDERS AT LEAST 1 WEEK EARLY!
I want hard copy! And I'm awesome!
$20 or more per month 1 patron
  • Of course, everything from the previous tiers.
  • Any time I publish a hard copy of something -- which will be collections or other stories that reach at least 20,000 words or more, give or take -- I will send you a signed hard copy! I use Createspace, and publish in 9x6" trade paperback. As soon as I get my copies from Createspace, I will pop your copy in a mailer and fire it off ASAP.
  • You rock and I super appreciate the support!
Goals
$101 of $250 per month
  • WOW this would be amazing and make life SO MUCH EASIER
  • Surely this much support would ease my worries enough that I could produce more words for you here.
  • I'm going to have to make CERTAIN you get at least one flash or short story per month now (and, you know, all the stuff I already do. Of course). I hope you're happy.
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I'm here because I'm heir to a lot of the stereotypical trials of writerdom. Starting with... well, I'm not a starving artist. But my family lives right at the poverty line, maybe a smidge below.

There's a crapton of stress in my life, and it has made it very hard to write. But things are slowly getting better. Knowing I have support helps a lot, and patronage is super support.

I've been battling persistent depressive disorder for years and only recently got help. So that's a little better but not gone by ANY means. I've got a hell of a case of impostor syndrome, and have only recently really, truly began to believe my writing is good enough to break out and sell big, despite having sold work at pro rates in the past and the many compliments and helpful comments patrons and Twitter friends and real life friends have made (family too, but their compliments are often colored by love so I have trouble giving them full weight).

We've only recently moved out of a rapidly decaying 1969 trailer home. That place SUUUUUUCKED. We're now in better digs. Still not glorious digs, but this place actually has enough bedrooms for the family and the floor isn't made of slowly collapsing particleboard. The new apartment just a little rough around the edges, and that I can deal with. Also my bedroom-slash-writing-room opens onto a balcony that's practically in the middle of a tree since we're on the second floor. That part is actually pretty cool.

I'm the family shopper. The food budget remains tight. I usually cook the food, too. There's little room for waste. The budget will get tighter unless finances change for the better -- my two little ones are 5 and 7, and their appetites will be growing for the next decade-plus.

My family still lives close to the edge. And that's every day stress. Every day is another little crisis. We have to push back the phone bill for a week. We have to borrow 20 bucks for bus fare. We have to replace a tire on the 15 year old minivan and the $40 used tire means I have to cook more beans and rice and pasta this week. That kinda stuff.

I need your help here. Your money, yes. But also your support. Do you know how goddamn GOOD it feels to know that someone believes in what I do enough to part with real live folding green? How far it goes toward retiring impostor syndrome and beating back depression?

It feels AMAZING. And I NEED that feeling as much as the money, to overcome the heavy feeling that drags at me and feeds my depression. To help lever me off the couch. It's a shot of pure motivation knowing that you're here and especially when I get a chance to interact with you (even if as so often happens it takes me some time to answer a comment).

I need readers. All writers need readers. People willing to part with money in exchange for the fun of reading and exploring part of my head. I need to know you're there. 

I've been writing for a few years now. At first I wrote on lunch breaks at my job, which was managing a grocery department in a grocery store. Lots of lifting boxes and towing half-ton pallets by muscle on wheels and stacking cans and squatting down and climbing up.

And my hip wore out. The years of chronic pain and opioid pain medication sucked, too. I've recently gotten a hip replacement -- thank you, poverty, for qualifying me for Medicare and thank you my worn-out bones for being so worn-out that replacing them qualified as a medical necessity.

So that left writing, and I became a stay-and-work-at-home dad and writer. And eventually I usually didn't feel bad about that (though sometimes I do, because I feel bad about not making enough money to at least pay rent. And my sales and Patreon will need to grow quite a bit before that happens). I didn't like schlepping groceries. I didn't much like any of the other jobs I had. Not the sit-down or the active, the menial or the managerial, and definitely not the dark days I don't like to talk about, the deep shadows that lurk in the background of many of my stories and haunt my villains and heroes alike: the years I spent alone and despairing, the years I spent trying to drink myself to death. I nearly succeeded more than once. The knowledge haunts me: I almost cheated myself out of this family I love more than I love myself and always will. I almost cheated myself out of this dream of writing great stories for me and you and everyone else.

Writing is the only job I've ever loved. It's all I want to do. I never had a dream before just like the real live angsty Gen-X dude I am. I need your support to make it into a paying career that can support my human family and hey, also my cat says "MEOW HELP THE MAN BUY ME MORE KIBBLE MEOW."

I HAVE FINALLY SET UP A REWARD STRUCTURE SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT YOU GET FOR YOUR SUPPORT. TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH. And also...

...you get the warm fuzzy feeling of backing a writer who is here to succeed, the pleasure of being a patron of the arts, and my heartfelt thankyous.



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Tiers
I support starving writers!
$1 or more per month 2 patrons
  • You get to see exclusive short fiction! I irregularly publish patron-only flash fiction, news articles from possible futures, thirteen word stories, and more. If I publish them anywhere else -- which I often don't -- you'll see them at least a week before anyone else.
  • See most sabarton.com posts a full week before they appear there! Occasionally I publish a small post, quick comment, or other irrelevancy without delay -- but you see all the MEATY posts first. :)
I want to help AND get ebooks!
$5 or more per month 3 patrons
  • Everything from the $1 tier, of course.
  • FREE ADVANCE EBOOK COPIES YAAAAAAAY! You will be able to download any ebook I publish from Patreon, for free, in the formats available to me -- usually EPUB, MOBI, and PDF. If you need a format I don't have let me know and I'll do whatever I need to do to get you a copy in a form you can use -- even if I have to email you a .doc or .rtf. If I publish immediately you get it right away, but you get PREORDERS AT LEAST 1 WEEK EARLY!
I want hard copy! And I'm awesome!
$20 or more per month 1 patron
  • Of course, everything from the previous tiers.
  • Any time I publish a hard copy of something -- which will be collections or other stories that reach at least 20,000 words or more, give or take -- I will send you a signed hard copy! I use Createspace, and publish in 9x6" trade paperback. As soon as I get my copies from Createspace, I will pop your copy in a mailer and fire it off ASAP.
  • You rock and I super appreciate the support!