Hello! It’s Been a Minute

Well, it’s been a hot minute since I posted on this website. This is actually my fourth blog I created since 2005. Three of the four have disappeared into the abyss. I am not sure how to ever get them back but it’s no matter. I think this blog actually came into existence in the time between the second and third blogs I created. I just didn’t do much with it. Then I just stopped writing. Not just here, but everywhere. I lost my muse, my mojo, my creativity, and just couldn’t write. However, whatever black hole of non-creativity I fell into, I seem to have climbed out because I desire to write again. I have had some important life shifts in the last few years, and I rather than a bizillian Instagram posts of ridiculous length, I thought resurrecting my blog would be easier on my readers’ brains. I am going to need a little grace from you though because I have forgotten a lot about how to use WordPress, and a lot has changed in the intervening years. Has it really been since 2016? Probably not. I think I wrote on another blog site as “recent” as 2018 or 2019. However, I couldn’t say for sure since I have no idea where those blogs are located on the interwebs. Thank you in advance for being here! I hope we will become reacquainted soon.

~ Kim

Writing In My Head

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One of piece of advice I have heard or read over and over from published authors and aspiring-to-publish writers is in order to be good you must write every day. Some set themselves a word count that they must meet daily, others set a time limit such as two hours or six hours, but they all write daily. This, it seems, is what successful writers do in order to be successful. This is why I have always hesitated in calling myself a writer because I don’t write every day. I remember my dad telling me that one of our favorite authors, Ralph McInerny, would write every night from 11pm-1pm. He was a professor of Philosophy at Notre Dame by day, but late at night he wrote magazine articles and fiction most notably the Father Dowling Mysteries and the Notre Dame Mysteries collections. My favorite work of fiction he wrote was a stand alone, The Red Hat.  The Interwebs are filled with writers and interviews with female authors who arise in the wee hours of the morning to write for a few hours before the rest of the house awakens. Sometimes they have day jobs – they are wives, mothers, home educators, and, and, and, the list goes on. They often get up at ridiculous hours to create. I wish I were one of these dedicated individuals, but I have never been a morning person. I was so spoiled when my husband was alive because most days he did the morning routine with the kids. I am just not very competent between the hours of 11 p.m. and 9 a.m. Beyond the difficulty with fitting a writing regimen in to the time I have available when I am actually coherent, I just can’t write for the sake of writing. It is probably a tendency toward perfectionism though my writing is far from perfect. Continue reading

Hello, I am Here

 

I recently read Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear. One of the things she says she does in order to attract creativity is to say to inspiration, “I’m here.” It has taken me ages to write this first post on this blog. Ages. Part of the reason is because this blog is part of a bigger plan, my plan to have a website containing all my creative endeavors. This particular space is meant to be a place to think out loud. Steven Pressfield, in his book The War of Art, discusses the various forms that resistance can take in the creative process. Resistance takes the form in my life of fear and perfectionism. Wanting everything to be perfect before launching and fearful of being delusional when it comes to calling myself a “writer,” has kept me in stasis. Here but not here, writing in my head but not on the page. I decided, as most people do when they finally take the plunge into a new career, to just go for it. There will never be a perfect time or the perfect environment or a perfect set up. Life is messy and more than willing to provide endless excuses for inaction. So, I am here. I want to tell you a little about who I am and who I am not. Let me introduce myself.  Continue reading