Five years ago today, I hit the “Publish” button on my first novel, shook my head, swore at myself, and went to bed.

Orconomics sold 14 copies in that first October. I was telling myself that I’d never have more than a couple hundred readers, that it was okay to fail so long as I tried, that at least this way I’d know the book wasn’t meant to go anywhere. And honestly, that helped numb the fear of failure and keep me pressing on.

I’m so glad I did.

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