No time. No end to the financial stresses, either. Sales badly needed right now; subscribers and shares, too.

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So much for setting aside time for myself. None yesterday, there will be none again today, and none tomorrow, either. If I'm really lucky, maybe on Thursday, but that's doubtful, too, given that the truck has to go back into the shop.

Like I've been saying, this past week has been a massive drain, physically, mentally, financially, and this week is much, much more of the same. There's a lot more to come; I'm mired in paperwork right now (and yes, still the migraine to match). I have a hugely busy week ahead of me, and I may not be around much. The crew won't be here, either; we can't afford them while we've got all this other stuff looming, not least of which is the medical bills. The truck is still backfiring because it apparently also needs a new exhaust system (not surprising, given that it's probably the one thing on it, save the body, that hasn't been replaced at least once). I've got to find ways of bringing in more scratch, and I have no idea how, but it has to happen. I spend my days chasing sales and trying to figure out other ways to raise revenue, and it's wearing badly on my health at this point (as if that weren't already precarious enough). Among other things, today's the first day to get in on subscribing to my Patreon for the month of October (if you subscribe today, you'll get access to the coming month's content at the relevant level, but you won't be billed until November 1st). I have a ton of pieces in the works, and no time lately to work on any of them, unfortunately, because every spare minute is spent chasing money. There'll be plenty more of the last today, along with everything else, and I need to get to it, so the rest is cut-and-paste.

There are a lot of ways to help out. First, obviously, is sales; purchases of Wings's work (and/or work by the other artists whose art we carry) is always the first option, and it was the baseline for the construction in the first place. [And next week will be their last, most likely, because he don't have the cash to pay them beyond that for the labor — and right now, it's virtually all labor.] Second is subscribing to my Patreon page, which gets updated regularly with really cool imagery and a good amount of really good writing; if you now for September, you won't be billed until October 1st. Below there's also a link for "coffee," which allows folks to make small donations, and a couple of wishlists for keeping the animals in kibble and filling out needs around the house. In the middle is the link to Wings's PayPal account, and no, I won't turn away any donations, because we have to get this done and I have to have some peace of mind over it because I have none over my own survival these days). The only fundraising we'll be doing is right here; nowhere else. So here are all the links; please share them around, and if you are able to purchase, subscribe, donate, whatever, we'd be profoundly grateful:

• My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
• Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
• Wings's direct PayPal link;
• A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
• Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
• Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

That all I've got. I'm going to be back under the gun for the next several weeks. Thanks to everyone in advance. Yes, little Bent-Beak is still rocking away, acting like her old self, save for the missing tail. The pups, along with Raven, are now racing up the stairs every morning to get me up something after 5 AM each day, so apparently this is my permanent get-up time now. Today, it was a little after midnight. The outdoor dogs apparently took off after something (most likely a skunk), and Coyote came upstairs to wake me up, whimpering like she was dying, because these three expected to get out to chase, too. NOPE. Did manage to wreck my sleep, though, and after I had gone to bed before 8 PM, too.

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