Ladies and Gentlemen, marsupials of all descriptions–WE HAVE LIFT-OFF!
We got goals. We got stretch goals. We got art. We got—are you ready? Commemorative hand-forged pickaxes.
(Also foam pickaxes.)
We have video. WE HAVE A KICKSTARTER.
(And I am terrified. Utterly terrified. I have never done anything like this before. Sofawolf is running the whole thing and I’m kinda freaked out and what if it doesn’t fund and it turns out people don’t really love me and what if it does and it way overfunds and that would be awesome except we have to commission eight hundred pickaxes and the guy making them quits in disgust and I have to learn blacksmithing to fill the orders and I set myself on fire and then I’ll be horribly burned and I’ll have to wear a Phantom of the Opera mask and we still won’t have the pickaxes and the beagle will bay hysterically when he sees me and small children will run away and my career as a children’s book author will be over as a result and OH MY GOD PEOPLE PLEASE GIVE US MONEY BUT NOT SO MUCH THAT I HAVE TO LEARN BLACKSMITHING BECAUSE I THINK THAT WILL END BADLY.)
So, uh, yeah. Check it out. I think it’s cool.
(I’m scared. Hold me, internet. But not in a creepy way.)
UPDATE: Tuesday Morning
Holy crap you guys. Holy crap. We’re like 5/6ths of the way funded overnight. Dude.
I sorta feel like that E. Nesbit line—“There are two great powers on our side, the power of love and the power of mathematics. Those two are stronger than anything in the world.”
I…dude. Thank you.