J. Federle

Jessica writes.

Well, she writes and edits, technically. For nearly a decade, she built and managed Red Pen Bristol. As Editor in Chief, she led a team of 30 to 50 editors in painstakingly correcting the English of second-language international graduate students.

In 2018, she snapped – probably one misplaced comma too many – and started pursuing publication of her own creative writing.

Her short stories and poetry, plus her book series in progress (Whatever Walked There), take the attitude that the best horror is like a hot romance. It’s about the chemistry, not the kiss.

Violence and storytelling were at the core of her undergraduate studies, which focused on The Troubles in Ireland and the French Revolution. Her Master’s in English reviewed 19th century British poetry. Her career in editing graduate essays and dissertations, despite leaving her slightly unhinged, continues to provide rich fodder for her creative work.

Jessica is constantly traveling, but 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.

Her kitchen window looked out on the woods in back. Nothing like winter sunsets. Bare, black trees against a hot pink sky. She spent an hour one summer searching Death Valley for a man’s thumb, which he’d accidentally shot off with a cannon. She’s fallen off a horse twice, but still likes them. Bourbon.

Summer vacations in Michigan put her a short dirt road down from a cemetery.

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.