Kickstarter Book Launch

Hello

Beloved friend,

I don’t have an article for you this week.

And, I’m sorry.

I’m working (mindfully, with compassion towards myself, and full-throttle) on the Kickstarter book launch next week.

Kickstarter

Kickstarter is a global crowdfunding platform focused on creativity that has helped 500,000+ projects to raise the money for books, movies, art, technology, and more. Launching Rabbi Brian’s Highly Unorthodox Gospel in hardcover, softcover, e-, and audio book on Kickstarter will allow me to gather the funding necessary to launch this extraordinary project. (And, to know if I can’t fund it, that there isn’t the demand I was expecting.)

Options

Preview the Kickstarter page

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Sign-up to be alerted the moment the launch happens

and / or

Wait until next week when you can pledge to support this work and in return, claim a copy (or many copies) of the book as a reward for your help

💙

Rabbi Brian

All or nothing

Kickstarter projects must meet their funding goal (within a set timeframe) to receive any pledged funds. So, unless the publishing costs of $18K is met, no rB’s_HUG books will be published and 100% of all pledges will get returned

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