Deathbed me is smiling

Occasionally, for fun, I imagine my deathbed.

What would I look back on fondly? My family and our adventures together. All the different versions of myself I’ve been over my life, the places I’ve been, the experiences I’ve had, the business I created.

And what would I regret?

There is a thing I have been scared to do for almost a decade. I’ve decided to change that. The wheels are in motion, and I’m determined to do it, even if I might regret it, because I’d regret it more if I didn’t.

The thing is happening January 15th, 2026. I’m publishing my book.

There, I’ve said it - I’ve put it out there. This is happening. I’m layering on my armour against trolls, bracing myself for deafening silence, and of course ordering paperback proofs and making final tweaks, exporting ebooks and learning how to make a two-page map spread.

My imaginary world of genetically modified angels, political gods, and forbidden love is about to go out into the world.

Deathbed me is smiling.