They told me I was a glitch in the system. So I'm building a new one.

And now? I'm taking it on the road. Literally. My partner, our pets, and I have embraced the nomadic life—not because we're running from something, but because we're building something that doesn't fit in a single zip code. We have deep roots all over the West Coast in many ways. Every place is a piece of home. My daughter gets to see her mom as living, huggable proof that you can rewrite the rules when the old ones were killing you.

The Revolution Has Data (And It's Sexy as Hell)

 Here's what seven months of pure, unfiltered determination looks like when you refuse to let your body's betrayal become your story's ending:

Seven published novels. Three hundred and ten sales. One #1 Amazon Kindle Bestseller spot that made me ugly-cry for an hour. Or a few hours.

But this isn't about the numbers—except when it absolutely fucking is. Because in a world that dismisses disabled creators, neurodivergent voices, and anyone who doesn't fit the neurotypical productivity narrative, these numbers are battle flags. They're proof that we exist, we create, and we're profitable.

The Spaces Between Us—my contemporary romance about two broken people building something better from the ashes—accounts for 46% of my total sales. That's not a fluke; that's the market screaming "YES, MORE OF THIS" to stories about Wounded Healers finding their Found Families.

And here's the part that still makes me pinch myself: The Las Vegas-Clark County Library District bought ALL of my fiction novels. Not one. Not a token purchase. All six. Multiple copies of each. Then they came back and added The Spaces Between Us to the Indie Nevada BiblioBoard Library.

Do you understand how freakin' crazy that is? Libraries are the ultimate bullshit detectors—they have strict standards and limited budgets. When they invest in your entire catalog, it's not charity. It's them saying "this matters enough to take up our precious shelf space."

Four independent bookstores in Las Vegas are stocking my work. One is launching a whole-ass "Moore Universe" book club. These aren't charity cases; these are business owners who believe my stories will sell. Because they do. Because we need them.

The Wounded Healer's Real Business Plan

Let me be brutally honest about what this is: I'm an Author-CEO with POTS, fibromyalgia, aphantasia, and a trauma history that could fill its own trilogy. Yes, I saved Overland Logistics $350,000 as their Operations Manager. Yes, I co-founded and sold a business. I have the receipts, the resume, and the accolades.

But if my LinkedIn were actually accurate? There'd be a "Mental Breakdown 2020-2021" section. A "Total Soul Collapse, Quit Everything" entry for 2024. A whole subsection called "Jobs I Left Because My Body Revolted" with detailed explanations of why it looks like I can't keep a position for more than two years.

The truth? I can deliver results. I just sometimes have to panic and fuck shit up for a second first. But long-term? I'm super good at what I do. Getting better every day. Learning that success doesn't mean never falling—it means building something that can withstand the falls.

I built this entire enterprise without health insurance for most of it. Writing novels while navigating the American healthcare system's special brand of torture. Creating worlds between emergency room visits where they'd treat me like a drug seeker before dismissing me with a shrug.

This is Radical Resilience in action. Not the Instagram-worthy kind where you meditate on a mountaintop. The real kind, where you build your empire from bed because standing makes your heart rate spike to 180.

The Rebellion Takes Flight

This fall, I'm taking this revolution on the road. I have three scheduled events in Las Vegas:

• Mad Red Books (September 27)
• Pearson Community Center Book Fair (October 4)
• Multicultural Bookstore Las Vegas (October 18)

But Vegas isn't the destination—it's the pilot program. I'm applying to all the major library systems and districts on the West Coast where I have connections. I'm working to get the LVCCLD to host an author event now that I'm on their list of local authors. This is about building a scalable model for something bigger.

Imagine: Wounded Healers gathering in every major city. Book clubs that become support groups. Communities where your scars are your credentials, not your shame.

The ask is transparent: $4,650 is what we need to make this tour happen. That covers inventory, travel, accommodations, and the infrastructure to turn three events into a movement. This isn't a GoFundMe sob story. This is a strategic investment in customer acquisition with clear KPIs:

• 100+ new email subscribers (the most valuable asset for any independent author)
• Selling all 66 units of inventory
• Establishing retail partnerships that last beyond the tour
• Creating a replicable template for expansion

Why This Matters More Than You Think

Every time someone says artists should "do it for the love" while we're choosing between medication and groceries, the system wins. Every time a disabled creator disappears because they can't afford to create, we all lose. Every time neurodivergent voices get silenced because we don't produce content at neurotypical speeds, our stories die.

This rebellion isn't just mine. It's for everyone who's been told their operating system is incompatible with success. It's for the chronic illness warriors who create between flares. It's for the trauma survivors who turn their wounds into worlds. It's for the gloriously neurodivergent minds who see patterns others miss.

Your investment—whether it's $10 or $1,000—isn't charity. It's a strategic bet on a proven model, a validated product, and an Author-CEO who's already demonstrated she can deliver results (even if the delivery method involves a few spectacular crashes along the way).

Join the Rebellion

Fair warning: my stories contain strong language, real trauma, and the kind of raw honesty that makes people uncomfortable. Because that's what Radical Resilience actually looks like. It's not pretty. It's not polite. But it's powerful, profitable, and desperately needed.

If you've ever been told your story doesn't matter because it's "too depressing" or "too heavy"...

If you're exhausted from performing wellness while your body stages a daily rebellion...

If you believe that the messiest stories are often the most important ones...

If you're ready to be part of a movement that says our broken parts are exactly where the light gets in...

Then welcome to the Radical Resilience Rebellion.

Please contact me directly through www.mariahtylermoore.com to learn more about partnership opportunities. Whether you're an individual patron, a corporate sponsor looking for authentic DEI initiatives, or an investor seeking ground-floor opportunities in the creative economy, there's a tier for you.

This isn't about funding a dream. It's about scaling a proven model that's already changing the conversation about what success looks like when your body is the battlefield.

The system wasn't built for us. So we're building our own. And, man, it's going to be magnificent.

Let's find MOORE of what's possible. Together.