Magic Knows No Boundaries But Those We Believe In

by NonsensicalRants

Harry Potter liked his new life as a professional Seeker. With Voldemort nothing more than a bad memory he thought his life was finally his own. Waking up in an alternate universe where Tommy still ran amok killed what little optimism he'd discovered since the war ended. But he'll be damned if he wasn't going to eek out a life of his own choosing regardless of fate's interference.

33. Last Shilling

Times are tough:

$1 Support Tier.

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Hey folks. I know times are tough out there, especially financially. So, I lowered my patron tiers. You can now get all chapters two weeks early and vote for which stories I update next early for ONE DOLLAR.

This story alone currently has 1300+ followers. If every single one of you became patrons I could write full time, 8 hours per day, instead of the paltry 1 hour per day I currently write and jump from one chapter per week to 5 or 6 or more chapters per week.

This is the last time I'll ask in this story save for the reminder in every author's note.

If I do not get to a livable pay off of writing by July, I will be quitting fanfiction forever. And your cries about my stories being unfinished will go into the spam filter. So understand, you are being given the chance to support a creator whose content you like or risk losing them. This is not a threat, this is just MY financial reality.

PS: To the weirdo's claiming that providing early access and voting privileges is somehow illegal, you are incorrect. And I will report you for knowingly providing fraudulent legal/financial advice. Which actually IS illegal. I've had enough of your harassment.

Support the creators you love folks. I try to.

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Responses:

DarkenEmerald wrote:

Dam, you could have phrased this so much better. You just sound like an asshole here. Like it's fair, get compensated for your work, but you really come off bad here.

Response:

Exactly. That was intentional.

You know what I haven't received since posting this? A single asshole claiming I'm a criminal or immoral and whining that they would report me for having patrons or wanting to monetize my hoppy. You've read my writing. You know I can be eloquent and convincing and tug at emotions.

I didn't do that here. Do you know why? Because I don't do those things for personal benefit, but for the benefit of others. For the benefit or readers of my stories.

I could have given a sob story. Even a true one that would have gotten me more patrons, but money received in such a way are short-lived and tainted and impossible to enjoy. Patrons I receive through honest exchange of value, even if fewer, are far more valuable to me than those I could hypothetically receive through a plastic, sucrose-covered smile and emotional blackmail.

When I ask for money? I don't sugar coat it. I lay out what I need, what I'm offering in return and the alternatives. Niceties and pablum annoy me, so I strive to avoid wasting other people's time with niceties. And yet my patrons will tell you that I love little more than chatting with them and am eminently polite and professional.

Maybe you should become one?