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Hello, dear friend!

First things first, thank you so much for making the Mending and Madness launch so special on Thursday!

I've said it before and I'll say it again (because it's true every time a book moves from my computer screen into your hands) — the story is written when I put ideas into words, but the magic becomes real when you weave it together in the unique depths of your own imagination.

Thank you for supporting me and for venturing into the Fourth Realm of Shattered Creation with so much enthusiasm. Knowing that some of you will never see a bowl of soup or a foraging raven the same way (according to my ARC team, to whom I owe so much gratitude), makes me incredibly emotional in the best way.

Everything foolish and wrong in this book was all me, but everything good came from Jesus. Thank you for being here for all of it.

Now, for the part of this email that inspired such a jarring subject line.

I have a BIG announcement this morning, which... may elicit some mixed feelings? Honestly, I don't know how people will react, or if they'll even care. Personally, I'm looking forward to it, and I hope this is the beginning of a new and better chapter for both me and my incredible readers.

📵 Deleting social media, changes at the GGG + what that means for you...

If I knew how to write non-fiction, I could fill a book on all the things I’ve learned about being an author since I published my debut novel in 2024.
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I now have three full-length novels published, a short story, and an ongoing serial.
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It has been, in a word, an ADVENTURE.
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Social media has been a great place for me to learn about publishing, find amazing readers, and make what I hope will be lifelong friends. But it’s also a place that has been a constant source of anxiety and a drain on my self-esteem/creative energy.
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At first, I thought I was just new and would figure it out. Then I thought I was just bad at it and needed to try something else. Another pivot. Another reel. Another post.
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When personal friends told me they loved my content, my answer was always a confused, “Really? Because I hate making it.”
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Truly, I was exhausted. Down to my bones. Deep in my soul.
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So I pumped the brakes, took some time away, and realized… I don’t have to do this anymore.
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God has called me to five ministries, and it’s taken over a year to realize that social media isn’t one of them (even if everyone and their editor insists that it's necessary).
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My callings are:

1. cleaving to Andrew in marriage
2. raising up my children in the faith
3. serving my local church with music and hospitality
4. sharing the gospel with the lost
5. writing faith-filled stories about married couples mending their relationships
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Writing is not my first priority, and Instagram isn't on the list at all.
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The Lord knows my limitations, and He knows I’m splitting at the seams.
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Marketing on socials can be ministry for other authors in different circumstances, and I celebrate that for them. But it can’t be for me.
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With only so many hours in the day and only so much to give, I had to make a choice:
Do I write the stories that God gave me?
Or do I make content for the algorithm?
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✨I’m choosing the stories.✨
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Which is why today I posted for the last time — come New Year, my Instagram/professional Facebook accounts will be deleted.
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I haven’t given up on being an author, friend. The adventure goes on. Jesus is driving, and I’ve picked out some road snacks. I hope He likes Reese's Pieces.

Sooo... what does that mean for you as an email subscriber?

It means that my newsletter is no longer the best way to stay up to date on my books and projects — it's the only way.

Thank you so much for being here. I love connecting with you, and I love creating The Goblin Grace Gazette! It's not going away anytime soon.

That being said, I am pulling back and will only send out emails every other Tuesday (instead of every week) for the next year while I draft TFC Book III and (hopefully) KORAR Book II. Each month you can expect one issue with a serial episode and one issue with memes/book recs. In months with three Tuesdays, you can look forward to a bonus issue with a devotional!

This new schedule will begin in 2026 — I'll be taking the rest of December off and will return to your inbox bright and early on January 6th.

I believe that already-married romance is important, and I genuinely think that someone needs to be writing it. I began writing books 2+ years ago as an act of worship in an absolute void where I thought Christian fantasy about married couples ought to be. I'm not uniquely talented as an author, nor am I wildly skilled, but I am broken in all the right places. So long as I have words to write, they belong to the Lord to use however He sees fit.

Maybe that means I'm the only person who will ever read my future stories. Maybe that means hundreds will turn their eyes to Jesus because a gnome or goblin I dreamed up encouraged them to.

Either way, all of this belongs to Him. 🫶🏻

I shared this poem on Instagram last week, and people seemed to really resonate with it. It explains the heart behind my stories and why I keep writing books in a sub-genre that (to the best of my knowledge) is utterly barren. So I thought I'd share it here too.

I'm shouting in an empty room
The bare walls echo back reproachfully
Wondering why I'm being
So loud

Scouring library shelves and the dusty reaches
of the Internet for a comp title

Just
One
Book

Just one that agrees that broken marriages
Aren't garbage
Just one that proclaims Jesus loves
Even these

As if I don't already know it doesn’t exist
As if that isn’t why I started shouting
In the first place
Poorly polished tales about broken vows
And the God who mends them

They say artists are insane

So I keep looking, expecting a different result
And I start wondering
Are the books not here because no one cares
Or is it because books like these aren't
​Supposed to exist

Have I set out on a hopeless crusade

"Jesus cares,"
Says a little voice in the back of my mind
So quiet it's almost drowned out by the pulsing
Ache of my inadequacy

I know that much, at least, is true
Because the first love story I saw Him rewrite
Was mine

And even now years later He's still the same God
Tender towards those who are buried in shame
Because their "ever after" fell apart

And His daughters are still out there
Fighting for a second chance and
Feeling
So
Alone

So I keep shouting in an empty room
With the door propped wide
Because maybe my sister can hear me from where she
Sits in the hallway
Tear-stained and weary hearted
With knees drawn up to her chest
To protect her broken heart

"To the God who fixes broken things," I shout,
Lifting my glass in a toast

I hope she knows I poured her one too
And until she comes in to drink

I'll just keep on
Shouting
in an
Empty
Room​
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