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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.

Contact Jennifer de Guzman at blog@jenniferdeguzman.com

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

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Hate on Smiling Faces

"the hate" © Karin Dirkx, used under Creative Commons License

I stopped by to visit my mom this week with Mateo, something I usually enjoy. Unfortunately, I arrived just as my mom was starting to watch an episode of The 700 Club. Every time I see part of an episode of that show, I [...]

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Daring to Define Ourselves

"China Doll's Gift" by humbholthead, used under Creative Commons License

It happened again. A young woman days away from graduating from college was the victim in a murder-suicide. Marcory “Cindy” Caliguiran was 25. The man who murdered her and her friend Kyle Williams was her 54-year-old husband. It happened in one of the parking [...]

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A Few of My Favorite Things: Yerba Buena

Brian, Mateo, and I went to WonderCon this weekend. In years past, the weather was invariably rainy during this comics convention, but this year it was wonderfully warm and sunny. We spent a couple of hours outside of the convention hall each afternoon, having tea and lunch at Samovar and then [...]

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The Cold Light of Tragedy

My principles, when it comes to the art of fiction, tend to be molten: hotly held and hotly defended, but ultimately a fluid thing, able to be shaped and re-formed. But real-life tragedy has a way of turning principles from debatable points of discussion into immutable, inarguable doctrine.

One of my principles, which I often [...]

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The Introverted Distance

I have been puzzling for months over the primary critique of my novel that I received from the editor who is reading it — that my protagonist lives in her own head too much. My problem isn’t one of understanding but of experience. To me, the sixteen-year-old who observes and broods and ponders and wonders [...]