I stopped writing for a few days. This is my go-to solution for the question: What can I do that is completely, and utterly idiotic and wi...
Yep. Not writing does it every time.
Even Neil, my super-geekily-awesome husband who doesn't-quite-get-the-whole-writing-thing now gets that not writing = Crazy Kim. Crazy Kim is one scary chick, and Neil has started asking her, hesitantly mind you, "So, did you make some time to write today?"
My luverly author friend, the talented and renowned Luisa Perkins, sent me the above graphic one day and it is now my desktop wallpaper. The number of times I've closed a window and seen The Doctor glaring at me . . . I swear, makes my chest get all tight and achy from panic EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Don't know who (ha ha) "The Doctor" is? We need to talk. Pronto. I'm not saying that you have to adore him the way I do to be my friend. Or that our kindred-spirit-ness will be lacking something if you don't. That would be crazy talk (and I wrote 2000 words today so Crazy Kim is off in la-la land somewhere). BUT IT DOESN'T HURT.
VanderVision Tip of the Day: The Doctor is fanTAStic, and you should bask in the awesomeness thereof.
All that said, my new book is coming along nicely. It's fully cast and outlined (I know WHAT happens but not HOW - I like to keep the mystery alive for myself), and the chapters are coming to life in fabulous make-me-laugh or make-me-gasp kind of ways. It feels a lot like when I knew that Neil was "the one." This book, this is it. This is the truest work of fiction I've written yet. That's the thing about fiction. It's as real or as fake as you make it, and the very best fiction is the fiction that FEELS real. Where the realness of it radiates off of every single page and while you're reading it, you're immersed that reality.
That's what I want to create. That's the particular form of awesomeness I'm striving for. I'm not there yet, but I'm closer than I've ever been and it feels AMAZING.
What are you striving for right now?
About author: Kimberly VanderHorst
Kimberly Vanderhorst wrote her first book when she was seven (it was totally awesome, but the world isn't ready for it yet), and her next when she was twenty-seven. When asked to account for the intervening decades, she likes to suggest the possibility of alien abduction with as straight a face as possible.