There’s something surreal about showing up to a festival not just as a filmmaker—but as a vendor, too. I’ll be at the Santa Fe Springs ArtFest from 2 to 10 PM, set up with my books, talking to people face-to-face, handing them something I made. That part already means a lot. I’ve done fairs before, but every time feels different. You never know who’s going to stop, what they’ll connect with, or what story might land with someone in a way you didn’t expect. But this one hits d

I just got back from the book fair in Temecula, and it turned out to be a really good day. What surprised me the most was how many copies of Volume 1  I ended up selling. That book still finds new readers, and it always feels good seeing people pick up the one that started everything. One person also bought the full bundle — Volume 1, Volume 2, and Confessions . That always means a lot to me because it feels like someone isn’t just buying one book, they’re stepping into the w

Insomnia is kicking my butt tonight. You’d think this would be the perfect time to sit down and write. After all, The Late Hour  series was practically built for nights like this—when the world is quiet, everyone else is asleep, and the mind refuses to slow down. But tonight I’m doing the opposite. I’m taking a small break from writing. Sometimes the mind needs that. Lately, I’ve been thinking about how long this journey has actually been. It’s strange to say out loud, but I’