2025 was a real doozy.
I just re-read my lone 2025 blog post, in which I vowed not to violently vivisect another sea squirt.
I want you to know I kept that promise.
I want you to know a lot of other personal life details too, but I’m going to keep it to subscribers-only.
You know, for reasons.
2025 was lean on JR Pomerantz books but Post-Interrobang Publishing at large did not disappoint. Here are a few highlights.
Do you need a children’s book? We’ve got that.
Want a book of love poems from the perspective of space probes?
No problem.
Do you have to start the New Espionage Collection all over again?
Rats can be all yours, right now.
Along with a veritable smorgasbord of other crossover hits: books that push the limits of sci-fi, thriller, and horror.
And at times, all three at once.
There are many, many other things I need to tell you, friends. But I’ll stop there for now. This year you’ll be hearing from me again soon. I think. Nothing is certain, not in this world, of course. On the blog, maybe. If you subscribe, definitely. The books cost money but the newsletter is free of charge.
But if nothing more is typed by my hands; if, by the harsh and cruel fates of this life, no other words issue forth from my corporeal frame, read this:
I hope you have an incredible year in 2026. May all your anti-dystopian dreams come true.
JR Pomerantz | January 1, 2026