Why Writing This Book Is My Act of Defiance

Writing is my rage, my grief, my rebellion. This is why Glowrot matters.

Writing is my rage, my grief, my rebellion. This is why Glowrot matters.

I don't know how else to cope right now except through art. Through Glowrot. Through the rage and grief that spill into every page. Because when everything feels like it's slipping., when it feels like the world is closing in, I need to remind myself that stories have always been a refuge and resistance for so many people.

Glowrot isn’t just a book to me. It’s my rebellion.

It’s feminist, it’s queer, it’s angry, it’s desperate.

Bo is like me in many ways. She came to this country searching for a better life but wasn’t expecting all the pain it would bring her. She’s lost, struggling, and looking for something she can’t name. The world keeps warping around her, twisting her own reflection into something she barely recognizes.

And maybe that’s been hitting me harder lately. Because lately, I’ve been questioning my own reflection too. My own identity. Like maybe the person I thought I was isn’t quite right. Like maybe I’ve been slipping between versions of myself, trying to grasp something I don’t have words for yet. And then, right as I start letting myself think about it, this shitstorm happens. This hellscape we’re being thrown into.

The system is designed to swallow people like her, like me. But we don’t go down without a fight.

Every word I write is a refusal. A refusal to disappear. A refusal to let fear shut me up. A refusal to let this moment make me small. Even if it hurts, even if my tears have already run dry. I want to keep going with every breath I take, even if my lungs are on fire.

If the world is going to make monsters out of us, then I’ll write about monsters.

I’ll make them terrifying, seductive, impossible to ignore. I’ll make them beautiful and broken and unstoppable.

Glowrot is my scream into the void. It’s my love letter to the ones who don’t fit, who refuse to conform, who dream about something bigger, even when they’re told they shouldn’t. It’s my protest against the system that wants us to stay quiet, that wants us to shrink ourselves into something more palatable. Fuck that shit.

I will write. I will create. And I will not be silent.

Glowrot is coming this year. If you want to be part of this, if you want to support a story that refuses to be anything but raw and real, follow along. We need each other now more than ever.