Author: Jackie Pick

Jackie Pick is a former teacher and current writer living in the Chicago area. She is a contributing author to multiple anthologies, including Multiples Illuminated, So Glad They Told Me: Women Get Real about Motherhood, Here in the Middle, as well as the and the literary magazines The Sun and Selfish. She received Honorable Mention from the Mark Twain House and Museum for her entry in the Royal Nonesuch Humor Writing Competition. Jackie is a contributing writer at Humor Outcasts, and her essays have been featured on various online sites including McSweeney's, Belladonna Comedy, Mamalode, The HerStories Project, and Scary Mommy. A graduate of the University of Chicago and Northwestern University, Jackie is co-creator and co-writer of the award-winning short film Fixed Up, and a proud member of the 2017 Chicago cast of Listen To Your Mother.

Update: Day 30

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Yes, still writing. Have been home all week with the three children (one sick), the dog (also sick). No one is sleeping well. It’s the last week of school.

The writing has been an oasis. I hope to make it more of a vacation spot once this week ends. But I have been writing. I won’t count the last three days in the “100 Days” as the writing has been placeholding.

But today, oh today, I have time. TIME. Not much, but I have it.
And I have things to say.

I hope only to keep my eyes open.

It’s very easy for me to say to myself “Oh, these 100 days had to be IN A ROW! Consecutive or Bust! Start over” But I won’t. I go forward. I forgive myself the roles I chose to play over writer.

But I continue. It’s Day 30. I have paper cuts, ink smudges, post-its, scribbles, and filled pages to show for it.

It counts.

And now I write. The baby is napping for the first time in a week. The obligations pressing on me can be done when the older children come home and do the “Tomorrow is the Last Day of School!” dance/primal scream.

So I hope this to be the last of this type of post, at least for awhile, and to be able to show (not tell) once again.

Later, gator.