Kimberly Fuller's Blog, page 2

I'd rather have coffee...

You know the old, "When life gives you lemons" bit? Yeah...I don't know about you, but I don't care much for lemonade. I'm more of an energy drink and coffee kind of gal. In my line of work lemonade just doesn't cut it. Sometimes in life you need something with a little more get-go. Lemonade is fine when you're comfortable just sitting on your porch watching the birds flutter and the clouds roll by, but it won't change the world. Maybe you don't want to change the world...not all of us are rebels..and that's okay. But for those of us who choose to dance in the rain rather than hide under an umbrella...when life gives you lemons...sell those suckers and buy yourself a nice cup of joe...because no one ever woke up and said, "Man, I could really use a glass of sour fruit this morning".

Life Happens...

Remember that curve ball I once talked about? Yeah...it happened again....life happened. People we know become strangers...strangers become people we want to know better....we alienate our friends and cry alone in our bathrooms. However it happens...it does so for a reason. We need to grow, let go, learn something, or move on. There are so very few coincidences in life....none if you ask me. I see the connection in all things. Sometimes I don't understand the reasons for the events that so abruptly take place in my life but they are all connected nonetheless. My first two books were about pain and failure....what it's like to be in hell..something I had no trouble writing about. My third book, however, is about hope...and I've struggled with that for over a year in the writing process. Why? Because I have to feel what I write..and I write what I feel. If my heart is crying...I write about the rain
If the butterflies are fluttering in the pit of my stomach...I write about the moon and the stars. My art is a reflection of me, inside and out. If I don't *feel hopeful...I can't force my characters to feel it either. So that's my conclusion to this latest "life happens" moment. I need to learn to feel hope so that Jo and Harvey and yes...even JJ can feel it too....wish me luck, Friends.

Violence isn't the best answer....except when it is

After a slew of crazy chaotic happenings this past week, including spilling coffee (two sugars...tons of cream) on my keyboard, it feels good to be back in the saddle of creativity again! I might be missing a few keys to my laptop and a few screws in my noggin, but I'm slowing getting back the urge to purge....my emotions that is. The latest "3 Years Later" installment is gaining its voice and often screams at me when I sleep....it can very distracting. There are new characters begging to be let out into the world of Stillwater, old characters ready to speak up, and more new twists to uncover. I'm finding it hard to keep everything organized in my fictitious world and sticky notes and loose leaf paper have been key. Nevertheless, I'm still plodding away, trying ever so much to finish this beast that has haunted my downtime before the end of the year. Wish me luck!

Say What?

I don't really *do blogs....mostly I just talk out loud...to myself...alone. Sounds pathetic, I know. This is mostly because the only time I have to think is in the wee hours of the night. When the rest of world is asleep or drunk, that's when I do my best thinking. The upside to this is that I don't have screaming children demanding yet another hot dog with ketchup AND mustard or nagging dishes and constant laundry that somehow reproduces at an epic pace. The downside...well...I've spent the entire day emotionally and physically invested into taking care of said screaming children and procreating laundry. My work has been lacking, this I'm fully aware, and yet I know somehow, some way, it'll all turn out as it should. Rome wasn't built in a day....and neither are books.