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HELLO SUMMER



Happy Thursday, Everyone!

Summer is almost here and not a moment too soon. Don't know about you, but I for one really battle to operate in the absence of the sun. I can feel the chilly mood I've been suffering from for the last couple of months slowly thawing away.

Have you heard about Patreon? If you're a creative like me you probably already have. It's an online platform that gives artists from all walks of life the opportunity to share their work with the world. Well, isn't that what blogs are for, you may ask. Well, no. With Patreon you can actually get paid for creating content online. Isn't that grand? I sure thought so. I only learned about Patreon recently and created an account a couple of days ago. This is such an exciting time to be alive, and, to be a creator.

If you are interested in joining Patreon as a creator or if you would like to support creatives like me, then go to Patreon or visit my page to see an example of what it looks like. I don't have any patrons yet, but these things take a bit of time and dedication. If you do decide to support me, these are my Tier 1 benefits:

By pledging you will receive regular updates on my progress, from soliciting the services of an editor right through to the publishing process (behind the scene reports).
-Read excerpts from unpublished works.
-Read my short stories.
-Read my poetry.
-Monthly Q&A's, writing tips, and more. 
-A lucky draw will be held each time a book is published and selected Patreonovas will receive a book in either hard copy or digital format

I haven't blogged much this year, even though I wanted to. I find it hard to make time for myself, to commit to things that will benefit me personally, to steal a few minutes to do the things that make me happy. I've recently learned about a condition called seasonal affected disorder (SAD) and I suspect this is why I feel so dormant during winter. But guess what? Summer is back, baby! And so am I.

Thanks for visiting and see you soon!

EL

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