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So, here’s the thing. Back in 2022, back around the time that Heartstopper came out on Netflix, I came to realize that, while I was happy with my existence, I’d let some things drop by the wayside and I actually wanted more out of life than I was currently pursuing. So I started reading with more dedication (it’s been, I don’t know, 1,000+ books as of early 2026?), and exercising more. I started a local Science Fiction and Fantasy reading group here in Cuenca, which has a pretty consistent membership of 6-8 expats — just the nicest, smartest, funniest people you could ask to hang out with.
And, while listening to a new (to me) podcast (“I Only Listen To The Mountain Goats”, 2 seasons, it’s super good), random phrases that the 2 podcast guys would say in talking to each other would start to spin out stories in my head. And I felt like I really wanted to write them down, so I did. A dozen or so stories later, my friends Mark and Jenni read some of them and declared them Not Terrible™️ – which was an unwise level of encouragement if you ask me, but they threw caution to the wind.
So, I took the next step, and sent them off to a writing coach / editor I knew of, Hal Duncan, an award-winning Scottish writer (of fantastic books like Vellum, and others). He gave me feedback, of varying degrees of criticism/enthusiasm, but he generally agreed with the Not Terrible™️ assessment for several of them.
Three of those stories were novella length — 15-20,000 words — and they were all about the same theme: a person in our regular world who is, or comes to be, the Guardian of a doorway between our world and the fae world. They were basically all in the same fictional universe, just different Guardians, different takes on how that sort of thing might work and what it would mean to those involved.
One of those stories grew, as I continued to have thoughts about the characters, into what became this novel. It was fairly natural to interweave that tale with the other two novellas, and with other related tales in the same universe that I wrote along the way. Hal continued to give me feedback and suggestions and, eventually, when the whole thing was done, he declared it publishable.
I’ll spare you the painful saga of my following up on references for possible agents for the book and discovering that they were either not currently taking submissions or had submission websites that asked questions like, “How many followers do you have on social media?” I dunno, a couple hundred maybe, just of internet friends not followers of my writing? I’m not an “influencer”! I get that this is how publishing works these days, you’re expected to be doing your own PR, but… nah. I’m just a guy who wrote a thing, I don’t have a rabid fan base on AO3 (the fanfic website, An Archive Of Our Own).
But I realized that all the cozy novels that I really liked were self-published by their authors. Which makes some sense. Cozy novels have grown in popularity — like, Legends And Lattes, about an orc woman who retires from adventuring to open a coffee shop, actually won a Hugo Award for Best Novel — but they’re not the sort of “fighting a desperate battle against a dark lord” that brings in the mass market and gets you a movie deal. They’re generally warm, quiet stories about found family, and sensible people solving problems in sensible ways with the help of their friends.
(I think there’s a reason cozy novels have become so popular. The world’s kind of stressful right now, y’all. People want to get away from that for a bit, and be reassured by friendship and caring and sanity.)
Well, it turns out that what I wrote *is*, in fact, a warm, quiet story about found family, and sensible people solving problems in sensible ways with the help of their friends. Also: letting things go but not letting people go, working through your issues, doors between worlds, the multiverse, reincarnation, panpsychism, and the fundamental nature of reality. But mostly found family. So, self-publishing seemed like the way to go.
I confess, I wasn’t originally planning on publishing any of this. I was just writing it because it was enormously satisfying to write, and even Hal telling me that it was publishable wasn’t quite enough to push me over the line of hubris that I thought was required to do it. I mean, *I* liked the book — I should hope that I did! — but that was no reason to think that anyone else would.
But, at a certain point I realized that I’d stopped writing stuff for pleasure. And I quickly realized that it was because, in my head, the previous thing wasn’t done yet. The last step to writing that book was to publish it, and until I did that, my brain wasn’t freeing up to write other things. I had to do the last step, or I couldn’t move on.
So, I started looking more carefully at what I would need to do, to do that, what was required to self-publish on Amazon — book formatting, cover artists, etc — and putting some of my fiction up on AO3. (Where it’s done better than I’d hoped, honestly, considering that it’s original fiction on what is mainly a fan fiction website, where most people are going for Naruto stories and romances about Harry x Draco as secret lovers. And werewolves. So many werewolves.) And, low and behold, as soon as I started moving on this, I started writing again!
And, thus, here we are: with me setting up a new site to be an author page, and to be able to explain in one place, to my friends and family, what this book is and why you might or might not want to read it.
Your friend / family member / acquaintance / random book author,
Charles
(As in Charles Castleberry. You probably knew that. If you were looking for someone else, like Chris Hemsworth… wow, do I not blame you, but you came to the wrong place. Good luck with your search!)