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Jaime Lee Moyer, RIP
Mar. 1st, 2024 10:07 pmWe lost a good soul this month. I'm phrasing it that way because Jaime was online and posting and excited about her new book, A Parliament of Queens, coming out on 2/10. And then she disappeared. If you knew Jaime, you knew that this was not normal behavior. She had recently moved to a new state and it was a rough move - she got hacked, her stuff got broken, stolen and lost in shipping and she was forced offline for a couple of weeks. Online friends compared notes, found a former coworker of hers with a phone number and got them to call her. People sent money and gift cards and helped where they could. She got back online soon after and started fighting her way back to a new normal.
This second vanishing felt weirder. I asked on FB whether anyone had heard from her or talked to her and it took a few days to get traction. This time, no one had heard back. Rae Carson and C.C. Finley offered to request a welfare check, I reached out to a mutual friend that she had done some editing for and got her new address, and the police went and checked on her. This time, the news was really bad - Jaime had left us for good. It's just heartbreaking - she was so kind and supportive of other writers and a damn good writer in the bargain. I hate that she was taken from us just as she was getting to celebrate something she loved, just as she was the brink of maybe building a better life for herself.
I met Jaime online (we never met in person) back in 2016 or so. We bonded over me selling her my World Fantasy in San Antonio membership when it became apparent I couldn't go. After that, we talked about books and cats and life. I was one of her Patreon supporters and got cat photos and occasional excerpts. We boosted each other's work and commiserated over the bad days. Jaime had a lot of friends like me, a lot of those kinds of relationships. Everyone has a story where she helped with a critique or suggestion or a kind word. She shouldn't be gone, dammit. I'm going to go finish crying. Again.
Go read her books and stories.
This second vanishing felt weirder. I asked on FB whether anyone had heard from her or talked to her and it took a few days to get traction. This time, no one had heard back. Rae Carson and C.C. Finley offered to request a welfare check, I reached out to a mutual friend that she had done some editing for and got her new address, and the police went and checked on her. This time, the news was really bad - Jaime had left us for good. It's just heartbreaking - she was so kind and supportive of other writers and a damn good writer in the bargain. I hate that she was taken from us just as she was getting to celebrate something she loved, just as she was the brink of maybe building a better life for herself.
I met Jaime online (we never met in person) back in 2016 or so. We bonded over me selling her my World Fantasy in San Antonio membership when it became apparent I couldn't go. After that, we talked about books and cats and life. I was one of her Patreon supporters and got cat photos and occasional excerpts. We boosted each other's work and commiserated over the bad days. Jaime had a lot of friends like me, a lot of those kinds of relationships. Everyone has a story where she helped with a critique or suggestion or a kind word. She shouldn't be gone, dammit. I'm going to go finish crying. Again.
Go read her books and stories.
