Today, Fractured Rune entered the world.
That sentence feels strange to write. I’ve spent so many years carrying this story around in my head, revising it, breaking it, rebuilding it, doubting it, loving it, and quietly wondering if it would ever reach this point. And now it has. It exists outside of me. That’s a little terrifying and a lot surreal.
I’ve been all over social media today, trying to keep up, trying not to forget anyone, trying not to implode from nerves. If you liked a post, shared a link, commented, preordered, bought the book, or even just quietly rooted for me from the shadows, thank you. Truly. You turned what could have been a very lonely day into something warm and communal.
This book is deeply personal. It’s queer, it’s angry in places, tender in others, and shaped by years of unlearning and becoming. Releasing it feels less like launching a product and more like setting a piece of myself down gently and saying, “Okay. You can go now.”
Tonight, I’m choosing to pause. To let this moment exist without immediately chasing the next thing. There will be more posts, more plans, more work ahead, but today deserves to be marked.
If you’re reading this, thank you for being here. For caring about stories. For caring about queer voices. For caring about mine.
Fractured Rune is out in the world now, and that still feels unreal.
Time for sleep. Have a deliciously devious night,
