I do not want to read this on Tor.com. I do not want to write this about Jay. I don’t. I really don’t. But I have no choice. Jay is dead.
He wrote for me. My first anthology, Grants Pass, when I was nothing and no one. He wrote for me every single time I asked him to. For the Edge of Propinquity. For small press anthologies and large.
He was my mentor for years before I published his non-fiction book, Jay Lake’s Process of Writing. We talked by phone, by Skype, and at conventions. He was generous with his time and his advice. It was this wealth of knowledge that led me to ask him if AIP could publish a non-fiction book. It was then I learned so much more from him.
I can’t help but feel for his family, Bronwyn, Lisa, and the rest of those family members—by choice and blood—whose names I just can’t remember though the tears.
All I can remember is how good he was to me and how much I’m going to miss him.
Radcon 2009 - Not the first time I met him in person but close to.