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If you’ve ever finished a book and thought, I want more stories that feel like old buildings, lamplight, and secrets people are trying very hard not to say out loud, then you might already be looking for gaslamp fantasy. It’s one of those subgenres people recognize when they feel it, even if they’re not always sure what to call it. In my case, I wrote it before I even knew there was a name for it. So, What Is Gaslamp Fantasy? Gaslamp fantasy is fantasy with an old-world fee

I sent my draft to beta readers today. And I immediately wanted to throw up a little. Not because I think it’s bad. Because it’s mine. This story has lived in my head for years. I know every thread, every quiet setup, every moment where I planted something that won’t pay off until much later. I know why Mrs. Harrow pauses in that hallway. I know why the Ledger slams shut. I know what it costs Elsie to say no when it would be easier to bend. And now other people are going to r

I am no longer “writing a book.” I am finishing a world. And that’s both thrilling and exhausting in equal measure. The full draft exists. A complete beginning-to-end arc. From Mrs. Harrow walking that hallway in Chapter 1, to Elsie stepping into her role, to the wartime strain that distorts but does not break it. Now...Edit...Edit...Edit. While this manuscript tightens, something else happened. The Soul of the Stacks broke into the Top 100 Gaslamp Fantasy in the India Amaz

Some books ask you to feel. This one demands that you witness. Reading Silent Battle felt like sitting in a room where the air grows heavier with each page, not because the writing falters, but because the truth does not look away. What unsettled me most was not simply what happened to Olivia Paisley Troy as a child. It was how many adults stood within reach of the situation and failed to intervene. Teachers. Family. Community. Opportunities appeared like open doors. And one

Sometimes I stumble upon an idea that I just love, and then my mind won't let go till it's done. That is what happened with the short stories collection that I released around Christmas...I am knee deep in the prequel for The Soul of the Stacks but my brain wanted to write a Waystation Christmas story...so I did...and then I wrote two others because I could. Fast forward, I am still working on the first draft of the prequel. I have roughly 80% of it done and you would think

My original goal for The Soul of the Stacks was for it to be a full novel. It was a very lofty goal for someone who has never sat down to write anything. That being said, I am very pleased with how The Soul of the Stacks turned out, but it became a novella instead of a full novel. That was okay, it felt right. I didn't want to add words just for the sake of adding words. When I decided I was pleased a published it though I knew I didn't want to bring this world to a clos

Every story has the obvious heroes—the ones who make the choices, face the fears, and stand in the spotlight whether they like it or not. And then… there’s Sir Chompengton. Small. Determined. Dressed like a Victorian accountant who wandered into the wrong century. He doesn’t look like the backbone of anything. But if you watch closely, he becomes the quiet thread holding everything steady. He’s not the hero because he saves the day with big dramatic gestures. He’s the hero