I believe writing is in the blood. That’s why it takes so much out of us, why we hand out a piece of our soul with every story or poem.
A writer is not a single person, but a bunch of people crowded into a single body fighting to escape the silence. To bring a character to life and tell his story, a writer must become him, feel his agony, sacrifice and suffer. He is born a prince and dies a warrior. She marries a cruel man only to fall in love with his brother. He travels across the world seeking treasure and finds an empty crypt. Our instincts guide our pencils across the page or fingers along the keys until we’ve constructed something terrible or beautiful or awesome.
Then we give it away. We feel the hole, like a plant unearthed. Bits of roots remain – the characters, the themes, the trauma – but the story is gone, and there is a void where it once grew.
Eventually, it’s filled with a new plant, young and innocent stretching towards the sun, until it is strong enough to be picked and planted somewhere else.
Writers live a thousand lives in a single body, each time feeling the emptiness left behind by the person we were yesterday and the sprouting of the person we must be today. This is our nature. If we do not write, we wither, we die. If we do not share it, then we never discover the next story, never live another life. So, we tear ourselves apart in exchange for stories about kings, farmers, mothers, witches, ogres, orphans, and everything above, beyond, and in between just for a taste of the magic that runs through our veins and drips out onto the page.
Jaclyn’s subjects are all damaged people trying to do the best they can despite their damage and the investigation of such people is the proper work of fiction.
-Carlo Geblér, author of The Wing Orderly’s Tales
– Karin Lin-Greenberg, author of Faulty Predictions
“Yearling” shows Jaclyn’s skill with characterization and plot and her subtle hand with emotionally dense material. The story is written in the tricky second person point-of-view, which she handled masterfully.