I am a dreamer of dreams,
A lover of words:
Inkforms on paper,
Pixels on screens,
Cries borne in the wind,
Whispers from shadows unseen.
Spoken, unspoken,
They reach for me,
And gladly, I take them in.

Welcome to my blog!
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved reading and writing. I wrote my first short story when I was in first grade. I don’t remember it much, but it was about a boy and his dog who did everything together. I wrote my first romance novel in sixth grade — handwritten, it was nearly 100 pages tied together with ribbons. The story got passed around among several of the girls in my class to read until a teacher took it away. I was so embarrassed and didn’t want my parents to see what I had written, so when I got it back, I did the worst thing a writer can do — I burned it. Threw it on the flames and stood there watching until it was ash. In 7th and 8th grade, I had a reading teacher named Mrs. Airheart — the only teacher I have ever had that encouraged me to write. She did the best thing anyone has ever done for me by making me submit original short stories every two weeks when the rest of the class was turning in book reports. (Okay, so it was supposed to be a punishment since I turned in a fake book report that she copied and used it as an example for all of her classes. I felt so guilty I confessed.) Thanks to her, I won an honorable mention in a national youth writing competition at the end of 8th grade. When I got into high school, I found a new release in writing poetry. I started with haiku, but mostly wrote freeverse. When I went to college, I took a poetry writing and critique class. It was brutal. Students critiqued each others’ poems, and it seemed no one ever had anything good to say about anyone’s work. I was so discouraged that I withdrew and hid my writings for many years.

I eventually co-authored a short story with a friend that got published in a library conference followup book, but otherwise continued to hide that critical part of myself. My writings, mostly poetry, were my escape, my therapy, my sanity. Life changed after getting married and having a child, as it seemed there was never time or motivation to write any more. Nowadays, I’m reading voraciously, going over all of my old writings, tweaking here and there, and writing random scraps when the rest of the family is asleep because I know that some day fresh words will flow smoothly again. (See the ‘North Star’ link to the right. Dedicated to my husband, this represents a breakthrough, finally writing something new that is more than just a scrap!)

More than an escape, the words read and written carry me to new adventures and new places until sometimes they seem more real than ‘reality’. When I pick up a pen or touch fingers to key, I feel like I’m in a trance, as if some other part of me is flowing from my soul, out my fingertips, and into the world beyond, something that wants a life of its own. I’m giving in, here those words can have their lives, that’s the purpose of this blog. Please, let me have any and all comments! It’s the best way for my words to grow.

I want to say a special ‘thank you’ to the amazing friends that have been so kind and encouraging. Without you, I would never have dared let other eyes see my words. I know a blog isn’t what you meant when y’all said ‘publish’, but I haven’t developed that level of confidence yet!

KJ, 2009


10 Responses to “ABOUT ME”

  1. Absolutely wonderful – touches the soul. These should be published …. loved everyone of them.

  2. Kim, What you wrote is amazing – extremely touching. Never allow another years to pass – stay awake – you have an amazing talent. Your writing is a joy to read. xoxo! Your Friend Renee

  3. Kim, I’ve just seen another side of you…what a beautiful site to for my eyes to behold. Keep writing and get them published.

  4. I remember your stories. I am sorry to here you got rid of one. But every time i have thought about you . i have wondered if your where a writer yet . I am so glad to hear you will be writing . I would love to read your first book. A lot of my past memories where not good ones I am glad to say I thought of you as a friend.

  5. Hi Kim,

    I am so touched…

    Good for you!!!

    You cannot keep hiding this side of you….


  6. Thank you, everyone! I really appreciate the encouragement and kind words. Hope you’ll check back, I’ll be adding poems as I can. Feel free to leave comments about individual poems on their pages, too, that always helps me improve.


  7. Hi Kim,

    when did you find time to write such a wonderful poems.
    You are just amazing!

    take care,


  8. This site is something else, and the art of words is something to be admired…

    They will come here and go away having learned so much…

    The one I look up too…


  9. I come here in my darkest times, and leave without the load I came with…
    Here is where words have meaning only a few can write, here is where I could spend most of my night…

    Once again I came to learn..


  10. excellent stuff Kim

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