Crowdfunding: Connecting Creators and Patrons

Graham tapped the Cross pen idly, his gaze on the blueprints hanging over the long sofa which tradition-and his equally long hours- demanded grace in his office. The wreck of toys in the corner made him smile proudly for the little boy who’d finally named his fear, flinging them far away from the tiny plush bear he’d chosen for himself. After half a year in silence, words connected parent and child, traveling on the bridge Graham had helped to build. Tired, satisfied, he put his work in the safe, and shut off the light. His own family waited at home.