I can’t believe it’s already been FIVE YEARS since the release of my debut novel, The Grim. It’s the story of Jacinda (Jaycee) Baynes, a young single mother convicted of the second degree murder of her ex-boyfriend and father of her child. Sentenced to confinement at an intensive inpatient psychiatric facility, Jaycee suffers from severe PTSD (that’s post-traumatic stress disorder for you lamens), and sees the ghostly hallucination of her captor everywhere.
After five years, I did a solid reread of my first ever full-length novel. I am both impressed (with my storytelling) and disappointed (with the strength of my writing skill). I can see very clearly my cringe-worthy beginner’s mistakes, and I wish very deeply at times that I could rewrite, revise, redo–all those RE’s–and give Jaycee the clean-scripted narrative she deserves. Those of you who have followed me from the onset though don’t seem to want any changes. You love Jaycee and her story just the way it is.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Jaycee, in part, is a fictional representation of my own story. In the last five years, Jaycee has given me the voice and courage to finally write that story, a memoir presently titled Heart Fire, which I hope to be able to share with you soon. In a sense, it will be the sequel fans of The Grim have been begging for these last few years. Because, you see, Jaycee, in so many ways, is really me.
So, I guess this post is here to say thank you for everyone who has followed Jaycee’s struggle and to mark a phenomenal five year journey with a fan base that has been nothing but awesome the entire way. Bless you all, and here’s to many more markers of what I pray continues to be a bright and creative future.