About

Jennifer de Guzman is a writer and comics editor living in the San Francisco Bay Area. She writes stories about sad girls, seawater, bottomless wells, airborne plagues, and horses. You can find links to some of them them in the Selected Works section or read them at her Scribd page.

She also writes "Life in Comics," a monthly column for Publishers Weekly Comics Week, and collaborates on "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now," a comics column on Robot 6, with her husband, artist Brian Belew.

Portrait by Brian Belew.

What Are Possible Impossiblities?

“The Poet ought rather to chuse Impossibilities, provided they have Resemblance to the Truth, than the Possible, which are Incredible with all their Possibility.”
- Henry Fielding, quoting Aristotle in The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling

A Few of My Favorite Things

“… We should not grieve, should we, baby?” said Celia confidentially to that unconscious centre and poise of the world, who had the most remarkable fists all complete even to the nails, and hair enough, really, when you took his cap off, to make — you didn’t know what: — in short, he was Bouddha [...]

Reading as a Prescription for Anxiety

I have anxiety issues. My mind finds potential problems and obsesses over them. When I was in grad school, I would close my eyes at night with a roar in my ears, thoughts of reading and essays creating a wash of mental sound that kept me awake at night and made my eyes twitch in [...]

New Publishers Weekly Column

My latest Publishers Weekly Life in Comics column is up — and of course it has to do with the baby. It’s fascinating to me how the little creature has managed to wrap my whole existence — for now — around his little tiny pinkie finger. It’s necessary, of course, the result of ample oxytocin [...]

I Made Him Myself

Mateo Bernard de Guzman Belew was born at 12:03 p.m. on January 15, 2010. He weighed 6 pounds, 8 ounces, had a perfect Agpar score, and is clearly the most awesome baby ever. Brian and I are in enchanted with him.

What Is It?

When I went in to get the exciting four-month ultrasound, my doctor’s office forgot to tell me that I was supposed to fill my bladder to the point of bursting. That meant the fetus had plenty of room to maneuver when the technician was chasing it with the ultrasound wand, and maneuver it did — [...]