Well, she writes and edits. For a decade, she built and managed Red Pen Bristol, leading a team of 30 editors in correcting the English of second-language international graduate students.
In 2018, she snapped—one misplaced comma too many—and started publishing her own creative writing.
Her short stories and poetry, plus her book series in progress (Whatever Walked There), take the attitude that good horror is like a hot romance: It’s about the chemistry, not the kiss.
Violence and storytelling in Ireland, the French Revolution, and 19th-century Romantic poetry were at the core of her own studies, which culminated in an MA in English from the University of Bristol. Her career in editing, despite leaving her a bit unhinged, provides rich fodder for her creative work.
She currently resides in Barranco, a charming historical district of Lima, Peru.
Ok, now really tell me about the author…
Jessica loves the silvery bark of birch trees, the words skuttle and skitter and gurgle, and the sound of old metal hinges creaking shut.
She grew up in Kentucky in a big, brick house. Woods in back. She misses the winter sunsets: Black trees against a hot pink sky.
She helped search Death Valley for a man’s thumb once (he’d shot off with a cannon)—she didn’t find it, but someone did. She’s been clotheslined off a horse. Bourbon.
Vacations in Michigan put her a short dirt road down from a cemetery. Her great-grandpa was a gravedigger.
Catholic school left her with a deepened love of the macabre and not much else.
Her coven of a writers’ group in Peru stokes her heart with the kind of bare-breasted zeal only ever found among groups of women whispering their most difficult thoughts to one another.