The title of this post is from Jay’s short story, The Stars Do Not Lie. I thought the words fitting.
I read yesterday on Twitter that Jay Lake died.
The weight with which the news hit surprised me. I didn’t know Jay, just brushed up against him here and there on his blog and Twitter. And that was enough. Unbeknownst to him, he played a large part in keeping me going when I first started writing.
Those daily updates of his writing progress, snippets of his works in progress, musings on the craft, and plenty of non-writing related stuff served as inspiration. He was someone who was willing to fearlessly hold his own line on hot-button issues, willing to call a spade a spade and willing to dive deeply into the human psyche — his own and in general.
From afar, he seemed like an admirable fellow with prodigious talent, a guidepost of sorts for this writer. He made me aspire to write more, to write better.
His posts on his journey over the last five years were raw and insightful and honest. He was willing to bring any and all along for the ride, baring his pain and joy. I’m going to miss seeing his stuff come through on my feed.
Jay lives on, to be sure, through everyone he has touched over the years and I can’t imagine he would have it any other way. Rage in Peace, Jay Lake.