About Me
My background
My name is Jakob Wild, and I grew up in the mixed oak forests of Pennsylvania, USA. My childhood took place in the middle of nowhere, with plenty of winding roads and a night sky full of stars. That place allowed me to roam and explore the hidden worlds within the surrounding woods. My imagination was able to truly grow and run wild in that place. Yet the quiet and isolated countryside had the misfortune of breeding many strong beliefs paired with incomplete world views in those around me. It threatened to swallow me. My few school friends lived over 35 miles away, my elders were busy with their own problems and preconceived notions, and the two kids within walking distance were hard to have any healthy relationships with. I sometimes worried I would be trapped there forever. Many aspects of these things bleed into my stories in some form or another.
My writing roots
While I always had stories in my heart, from pretending to running around Middle-earth to the stories I told myself, I did not start putting pencil to paper until high-school. While I had a love for it and wrote often, it was not my time, dwindling off during my attempt at college. After I spent years with the occasional day dream of revisiting old worlds and figuring out my life, my moment finally came to pick up the pen in June 2021.
My writing
I write what I read. Though provoking and abstract, with hints of something deeper. Sic-Fic, Fantasy and Horror are my main genres of choice. I lean towards shorter forms of creative writing.
My why
Stories saved my life. Without them, I do not know where I would be, but my life would most likely not be half as amazing as it is. And my outlook would also surely be sour. I learned so much from stories, opening my mind to understanding others, different cultures, taught me knowledge and logic flows to prepare me for the world and “what ifs”. They challenged and built my morals, views and beliefs. Challenged me to see the world in ways not shown or taught to me by any other means, to go and explore it. They helped me process complex emotions and escape the world around me. They brought me comfort and understanding, they helped me connect with others when I could not connect with anyone around me. They brought me hours of entertainment and theory crafting (I love to puzzle out stories). Words and your perspective on them have such power. But stories, oh stories, have such a deep and profound ability to affect others with long-lasting impact, to connect on such a level one cannot explain any other way. To touch one’s soul.
This is why I write stories. If I can provide some entertainment I will be happy, but If I can bring comfort, understanding and/or challenge one person. That will make every hour struggling with this craft worth it. I want to impact someone the way stories affected my life.
Words, not war, will change the world.