Jessie has done a lot of writing since that January day under the quilt, but way back before she even dreamed she could be a professional writer, she was just the youngest in a big family. Her Dad was a surveyor with an edge of brilliance. Her Mum was from gipsy roots and used to drive around in a goat-cart when she was little. Once Jessie's family were rich and then suddenly pretty shockingly, really they were poor (thanks to greedy people who exploited her dad's kindness).
For a while back there when the stuff really started hitting the fan, Jessie lost her way. Started skipping school, worried her Mum, dated bad boys (her first proper boyfriend was a car thief, and not even a good one he got caught) and even badder men. But things settled. The fog cleared. And all the hard, horrible stuff bankruptcies, betrayals, burials of loved ones, crap jobs and living on the edge of desperation, but eventually that stuff starts to hurt a little less. Now, since that day under the quilt Jessie writes a lot. But that's no hardship, because she loves it and feels that's what she was always meant to do.