Letting Alastair Rest
I want to take a moment to talk honestly about Alastair and the Withering Moon . I wrote that book for my son. Not for the market. Not for trends. Not even with a long-term plan in mind. I wrote it because I wanted to leave him something tangible, a story that carried pieces of us, our bond, and the quiet magic of being a father watching his child grow. When I first published it, it was intentionally small and temporary. About thirty days. Friends, family, and a handful of early supporters. I even gave it away for free on Amazon for several days, because this was never about sales or visibility. It was about sharing something personal with people I trusted. As time passed, though, I realized something important. The book was not ready. Not in the way I want, and not in the way I would want it to exist publicly long term. That realization was uncomfortable, but it was honest. So I made the decision to pull it. There were a couple of behind-the-scenes details around the cover and re...