Jacqueline is writing little emails to Matilda from her hospital bed.
Subject Line: On Love
"It's great. First love is rarely only love, though, and heartbreak is torture. My first love broke my heart three or four times, because I let him. It hurt just as badly every time, especially because every time I knew it was time to go but I couldn't bear to. If you can manage not to make that mistake, you'll be way ahead of me. When it's time to go, it's time to go; it does get better, no matter how much it feels like it never will; there is always someone else out there who'll make you feel all the good feels, no matter how much it feels like there can't possibly be anyone.
There, that's Mama's sack of cliches, borne of hard experience. I hope they help. Nana didn't share them with me, but I wish she had."
Beautiful. And so deeply true.
Like all of Jacqueline's writing, just perfect. Exquisitely perfect.
I can't speak for Matilda, but I certainly needed to hear that.
Such wise and loving words.
Such beautiful words. I know that I wish my father had left something like that behind for me. My heart breaks for Matilda so much.
Since I haven't been on the board for so long, I was poking around in some TV threads and found JZ's Our Flag Means Death-related burbling yet insightful analysis of the characters and it's just so Jacqueline, having the squees and also talking about the why of the squee. Everything she writes is a pure delight to read. Always.
I am here for JZ’s words of hard won wisdom. I love you all. This is so damn hard. Again.
Since I haven't been on the board for so long, I was poking around in some TV threads and found JZ's Our Flag Means Death-related burbling yet insightful analysis of the characters and it's just so Jacqueline, having the squees and also talking about the why of the squee. Everything she writes is a pure delight to read. Always.
It made her write fanfiction again which was such a joy to her after so many years of not writing.
That and her return to RenFaire this last fall were two huge reclamations of her creative self.