J. Federle was born and raised in Kentucky and earned an MA in nineteenth-century poetry in England. When she writes, Romanticism meets the US south, Gothic and Greek imagery fusing with folk-tale humour. Her years in Peru, married to a supportive Limeño, have improved her Spanish, if not her ability to dance.
Federle started submitting her creative writing in 2018, thanks to the fantastic AWLC Writers’ Group in Lima, Peru. She has since had short stories published in The Saturday Evening Post, The NoSleep Podcast and The Sunlight Press; her story in The Saturday Evening Post became their most popular fiction piece of 2019. Her poetry has made it into The Threepenny Review and SCUM magazine.
Q: Do you have a lucky writing talisman? If so, what is it?
A: I’m an incense nut. And thanks to fellow writers, I’ve also got a little altar going: a small crystal guardian, a wood-carved hummingbird, a crocheted rose from Day of the Dead.
Q: What is the least interesting part of writing for you?
A: Editing after that sweet zing of the first draft falling into place. I’ve edited for a living for almost a decade, but I get tangled when editing my own work. When that happens, I know I have to put it away and let the dust settle. But that’s agony! The waiting is agony.
Q: What superpower would you like to have and why?
A: An extra hour in every day that nobody else gets but me. Am I running late? Bang, I have an extra hour.
Q: Who is your personal inspiration?
A: Organ donors. My sister is a heart transplant recipient. Somebody who signed up to be an organ donor, maybe not even thinking much of that decision in the three minutes it took, kept my little sister alive. I am forever grateful.
‘When yer momma broke in, she didn’t realise there was a dog. It was dark out, wintertime. ’Bout three years back now. I was upstairs sleepin’, Ralph on the floor. She prob’ly thought the place was abandoned. We’re out in the butt crack a’ nowhere, wouldn’t be too strange.’ Ellie was about five, Joe guessed …