Between My Sheets
The pathway to being on this inside of this (re)writing of my word-life.
If you’re new to my word-world, you might not yet know this about me.
I don't create courses or curriculums. I don't own a red pen.
I create experiences that when read, make you a better writer.
Kinda by osmosis.
Your writing gets better by reading my stories, not by studying my frameworks or a method.
I share this because you just said yes to your writing.
That's not nothing. Most people don't. Most people keep meaning to, keep almost, keep someday.
You didn't.
And here's what I know about the person who just did that—you're not just looking for prompts or a process or a prettier way to procrastinate.
You want to write in a way that actually means something. That earns something.
That sounds like you—not a cleaned-up, hedged, palatable version of you.
You want to find or reclaim your voice.
You want to stop hiding yourself, your stories.
Which is exactly why I did something a little crazy. I decided to become an open book . . .
It's called Between My Sheets.
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It started with five words.
Jill, I just want to write.
I opened the thirteenth email in under two weeks and read those words again. Thirteen different people. Same five words. Same quiet desperation underneath them.
I've always found a need, listened, and filled it.
This seemed like a pretty significant thirteen-person need.
So I pressed pause and asked myself a question that changed everything:
What if I rebuilt a writing life from scratch — live, in real time — and documented every messy, magical, mortifying moment of it?
Not a course. Not a framework. Not a tidy before-and-after.
A behind-the-scenes dispatch. A pull-back-the-curtain blend of memoir, story, and lived experiment — about writing, creating, and being paid for being you.
I called it Between My Sheets.
A Friday word-drop. One honest essay a week as I explore what it actually means to start over, create again, and rebuild a word-business that works.
Something that might blow up like a firecracker display — a cascade of JOYful color shooting over an inky night sky.
Or maybe a mic-drop dud, barely heard but still beautiful.
Either way, I was in for four Fridays to find out.
Turns out, I couldn't stop.
Four Fridays became ten. Ten weeks of the most honest writing I've ever done — about what it actually takes to transition into the next chapter of a creative life. Not performing it. Not packaging it. Living it and writing it down before the ink dried.
And here's the part that matters for you, right now, standing on this thank you page:
The offer you just bought? It was built during this exact rebuild. Between My Sheets is where you find out how it happened — from the inside.
Every Friday for ten weeks, one essay lands in your inbox. In order. From the beginning. The way it was meant to be read.
This isn't about writing technique. It's about what happens when a hiding-in-plain-sight ghostwriter — thirty years invisible, a hundred books no one knew were hers — decides to write as herself.
And what becomes possible when you do the same.
Ten weeks. One Friday at a time.
$99 — One Time.
If you are a writer, dreamer, or creative misfit who's lost your rhythm, Between My Sheets was written specifically for you. Come on inside.
“This is the best look into a word-business that I’ve read. And more impactful than a course.
It’s motivating, inspiring and showing me what’s possible. All for less a cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito each week.” —Marty
“Reading Between My Sheets is giving me hope that it’s still possible to do this. To write AND make money.” — Kimmi
“I have never loved TGIF so much. I literally race to my inbox Friday mornings and have spilled my coffee more than once.” — Pat
“Jill, you put it all out there and it’s encouraging me to write. I’m loving Between My Sheets.” — Ana