Bad news: I was up until nearly 3am reshooting the entire Kickstarter video so I'd have the footage Jen needs for the saving of my butt. Now sleep deprivation has me so cognitively impaired, I doubt I'll get any more useful work done until tomorrow.
My kids think Kickstarter is somehow guaranteed to make me rich, so they want me to run a vegetillion campaigns. (Apparently a vegetillion is an order of magnitude larger than a gajillion.) When I try to explain that it's not a sure thing, and we couldn't live with me in a constant state of deadline rush even if it were, they argue that they knew I'd win the Mythopoeic Fantasy Award, so now they must be right, too. Well, that would be a good problem to have.
At this point, I'd just be relieved to make the starting goal, and thrilled if we managed a few interior illustrations. My respect for people who work in traditional publishing increases with every task they do that I try for the first time.