Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

I’m hungry. Semi-tired. And doing an abysmally poor job of convincing Dave that we need a brand-new car. Perhaps I’m actually just procrastinating writing. I tell myself I don’t have the right conditions to write. Not enough time. Too close to bed. Not my cute new office space with the space heater’s warmth, and allContinue reading “It’s A New Car!”

I write to get ahead of my thinking. Thinking tricks me. It reverse-engineers what’s true. It’s the white-van man with oversized lollipops saying, Come here. I don’t want that. I just want to be. To be me—whatever that looks like, however it blooms. Some spikes are likely at the base. Up the stem, deep emeraldContinue reading “A Moth at the Window”

I’m in my head, eking through thoughts about what to write. A welcome guest kneels beside me, pointing out page after page of warblers in the 1,008-page Birds of North America. She wrinkles her nose at the name grosbeak, and I tell her it’s okay—it’s not because they’re actually gross. At six—aka kindergarten—Evelyn’s reading hasContinue reading “Noticeably Unnoticeable”

Damn, I’m inspired. An author like Stephen Graham Jones doesn’t cross my eyes every day, and because he did, I want to write like him. Thankfully, the internet is awesome for this, because all I did was Google his name with “on writing.” Up came any and all interviews he’s ever done. One in particularContinue reading “To My Loyal Listeners”

It’s late. Close to bedtime. And my stomach is growling. One might think inserting food is the answer, but it’s not. Instead, I’m scrolling through Angela Rummans’ TikTok videos for tomorrow’s recipe ideas. Never have I seen the healthiest-looking food make my mouth water like this. Yesterday, I modified one of her recipes, but theContinue reading “The Sweet Potato Pendulum”

For hours now, I’ve had most of a rotisserie chicken lightly boiling over the gas stove. I’ve added two saucepans full of water during that time, as it continually evaporates into the air. I’m terribly forgetful that it’s there—but thankfully Dave is a stove watcher. Likely because I intermittently leave a low-burning flame going evenContinue reading “New Hunger Awakening”

Inspiration floods in like an atmospheric river in the Pacific Northwest. Never heard of an atmospheric river? Me either. But once you hear the term, you can’t unhear it, and once you see its impact, you understand that this weather pattern means business. What else means business is my interior-designing mind. Being away from homeContinue reading “When Things Fall Into Place”

I’ve moved the yoga mat, the balance ball, and push-up grips into the bedroom. Oh—and a 6’ tall, 4’ wide mirror. I’d described the long, cold walk down the hall to the office, where those items used to hang out, as visiting a stranger. Hence, I didn’t do it repeatedly. Part of developing a habitContinue reading “A Mouth Watering Post”

We’re onto 2026. I’m ready! Buckle up. Love Jaclynn

It’s 3am on the day before the new year. The cross country flight home went well, and now I need sleep. See you tomorrow!