As the year winds down and I look back at the chaos and joy of the last twelve months, I’m struck by a feeling that’s hard to describe. It’s not just pride or exhaustion, though there’s plenty of both. It’s something more like being struck by lightning. I did a lot this year. Most importantly…

I opened a publishing house.

Liminal House Press started as a wild idea fueled by frustration, hope, and a little bit of rage against the machine. I was tired of being ghosted by agents. Tired of being told that my stories were “too much,” “too queer,” or not quite marketable enough. I knew I wasn’t alone. So I created Liminal House as a place for rebels, misfits, and dreamers like me, people who weren’t going to wait around for the gatekeepers to open the door.

And somehow, in the whirlwind of this year, that idea became real. No clue how it happened. All of a sudden, I have a bank account and everything. Absolutely crazy!

This year, I sold 160 books. That might not sound like a lot to some, but let me tell you: every single one of those sales meant the world to me. They were Kickstarter backers, newsletter subscribers, fellow creators, and strangers who decided to take a chance on my work. People who showed up. People who read the words I poured my heart into.

I ran two successful Kickstarters. Each one was a mix of excitement and panic. Literally, they are the most stressful things ever for no reason. One was for my very first audiobook, and the other was a graphic novel. There were late nights designing graphics, recording updates, answering questions, packing rewards. I learned how to be a project manager, a marketer, a logistics coordinator, and a hype person all at once. And through it all, I was reminded again and again that this community is made of magic. People don’t just support books. They support people and show up, which is incredibly insane. And I am so, so grateful for that.

And maybe the wildest number of all: I wrote over 240,000 words this year. That’s several novels’ worth of content. Some of it was for books that are already out in the world (Betrayer’s Blade, anyone?). Some of it was for stories that are still growing. I’m so pleased with all of my progress and every manuscript that’s in the works. Every word was a step forward. At the end of the day, I’m doing what I love, and that’s what matters! Also, I’m super proud to say that not a single word of that was written by AI. It was all me, and I know there are going to be people out there who say that’s impossible, but honestly, if you’re crazy enough and unfortunately ambitious enough, you, too, can achieve whatever madness that is.

Of course, not everything was easy. There were days when I wondered if I could really juggle writing, publishing, editing, marketing, and just… life. I had some of the biggest crash-outs of my life this year. There were flopped posts, tight deadlines, and moments when I felt invisible. But every time I wanted to give up, something small pulled me back: a kind comment, a new reader, or my social media marketing actually worked. And those moments added up.

I ended this year with a clearer vision of what I want to build. Liminal House isn’t just my publishing house: it’s my promise. A promise to keep writing queer, dreamy, slightly feral worlds. A promise to uplift other marginalized voices. A promise to publish without permission.

So what’s next? More books. More boldness. More weird, wonderful stories. I’m planning new releases, fresh Kickstarters, and expanding Liminal House into a haven for other authors who want to walk this path with me. And if you’re reading this: thank you. For believing in me, for buying a book, for cheering me on from the sidelines. This work is hard. But you make it worth it.

2026 is going to be one heck of a year.