This is the first post in a series titled I Killed JQS, by Jennifer Peacock.
She walked in the way of young Rehoboam’s friends. Having the audacity (and naivete) of a fool who thought herself wise, she started The Master's Artist to demand that grittiness--the nicer word is authenticity--center itself on the Christian literature stage. Despite this, she somehow managed to assemble an excellent group of writers to contribute to the blog, most of whom were more gracious than she.
Before it split into two groups, the Writer's View censored her saucy talk. (You can say Kama Sutra but not red-headed bastard.) She led, then quickly abandoned, a crusade introduced on the Faith*in*Fiction blog to create a Christian literary society that would counteract what she (and others) thought was diabetes-inducing drivel that passed for literature in Christian circles.*
She mentored a writer who not only now has a successful publishing and speaking career, but who is now mentoring her own circle of wordsmiths. She had open invitations from several well-known literary agents to submit work to them any time she was ready. She not only made it into the acknowledgments page—twice!--of a Christy-award-winning author's novels, she discovered at a writer's conference she had a fan (who is now a multi-book-published author).
She was Jules Quincy Stephens (JQS).
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