There are many reasons she is called the Penslayer.
But the title suits her...or at least, it suits her writing. And it is only through her writing that I know her. Through her blog and her two published books.
What is it that she slays? There are many things, no doubt, slain by her pen. But tonight I came to realize that she slays my chains.
Chains of fear.
There is a part of me that shrinks back from being seen. How can I share my deepest philosophies? Who would understand them? How can I speak the poetry that beats in my soul? What if people laugh at it? Or a Mrs. Barry is offended by my Anne-speak?
I don't know exactly how Jenny slays these fears. All I know is that there is a depth in her writing that speaks to me, calls out to my most inner thoughts. And when I pick up my pen again, the fears are gone -- at least for a little while.
I do not agree with everything she writes. And maybe she doesn't agree with everything I write. But I do know that she somehow spurs me on to be a better writer, in a way that no one else ever has. And while I never want to write exactly like her, I do hope someday to be a penslayer in my own way.
Three cheers for the Penslayer.
May she always pursue excellence in her writing
and call out excellence in ours.