When Kimberly is not lost with her eyes closed and blaring music in her old school headphones, she is finding other ways to discover.
Discovering places no one has been to before that sport colours we never knew existed. It is that imagination that inspires her to write. More importantly, with a leap of faith she slowly allowed writing to heal her. It continues to, and she has only just begun.
Fearless she is with her pen hoping each word will touch someone it needs to.
I am the simplest of people in certainly the most complicated of ways.
I know every part of my life that has not killed me, has defined me.
Writing terrifies me, writing challenges me, writing sculptures me, writing free’s me, writing teaches me, writing forms me, writing intimidates me, writing permits me, writing defines me, writing concludes me, writing hurts me, writing secures me, writing expresses me, writing finds me, writing touches me, writing asks me, writing works me, writing exposes me, writing believes in me, writing is me.
Most of all writing heals me. I have just begun.
I have spent the better part of 25 years in Advertising working on global accounts as a broadcast producer and account supervisor. I secretly would write, scared to show anyone in fear of not being worthy to write. Seven years ago I took the plunge and began writing for different sites. I have never been able to not write. I have won editor choice awards and poet of the year, and while exhausting am so rewarded by the self-publishing 3 books recently. Two poetry and one novel as the latest both in ebook and softcover. I often laugh when I look at my wall here and read my homemade poster ‘I have no job, and keep odd hours. Both personally and professionally I am very fortunate.
FINALLY! I have just published my first Novel namely,
My life as a white, female drug dealer.