I'm Hustlin'...

A few nights ago, I was watching the sunset in the Arizona desert. Ever since I was a child going camping at Death Valley with my Dad, I’ve dreamed of watching the sun rise and set over the desert landscape. Even in the single digits age, I imagined I’d be a writer living in a cabin with a dog, loving the hell out of looking into the sky and seeing the moon dancing with the setting sun.

That’s still the dream. And I’m excited to say, it’s also my real life now. Well, almost. Here’s the part I didn’t dream about: adulting. No one told me about the adulting.

So here we are. Me dropping the tip jar on the grand piano as I tell another story into the mic and play a few scales absentmindedly. This is a one-woman show. And it’s not funded by a publishing house, an endowment, or a partner with a day job. It’s funded by people who say, “I like what you’re doing—keep going.” Emotionally and financially funded by people who say that.

So I’ve added a paid subscription option here on Substack. It’s $5/month. There’s a flexible founder tier for those who are doing well in this economy. I heard rumor you exist.

If you’ve liked what I’m building, this world of stories from sapphic serial killers to spiritual tests from my AI, then this is how you can say keep going. Paid members get access to coupons for future print copies and early chapter drops of upcoming releases.

I’ll keep 99% of my posts free, though. I just love having my words out in the world right now and it’s feeding my heart. Only give what you can. If you cannot, I am just as ecstatic about you sharing my work, adding a comment here, or giving me a review.

Thank you. Let’s keep building.