I don’t remember why I started writing, but I do know that I’ve always loved it. It started with a diary, but it became poetry and short stories and books (and okay, yes, still the diaries are still there). The older I got, the more I wrote. Writing was my release, my escape. My diaries allowed me to work through my emotions and my stories were the perfect way to feel included. When I felt like I was on the outside looking in at my own life, all I had to do was drop myself into a story. Then, suddenly, I belonged.
Writing has always been a lifeline for me, and when I realized how much fun I could have at it, I knew I would spend the rest of my life writing. I just knew that someday, I would be a famous author with legions of fans and friends and more money than Scrooge McDuck could ever dream of.
Then I grew up.
The dream life that kept me focused through my teen years is still just that – a dream. I will probably never be the bestselling author of those childhood fantasies, but I will continue to write. I don’t do it for the money, or the self-awareness that comes with seeing yourself in your characters. I do it because it’s fun.
Well, most of the time, it’s fun. Right now I’m in the middle of a soul-sucking rewrite that is kicking my butt, and sometimes it’s hard to keep going. But when the words won’t come and my head is throbbing from overthinking everything, I take a step back and remind myself what it is that I love so much about writing.
I think back to my teen years and recall the sheer exhilaration I felt as I committed worlds to the page. Those were the days when I worried not about plot holes or character motivations. Those were the days when I’d stay up all night with my friends writing silly romantic stories and having a ball.
Those were the days when I was still addicted to soap operas, and my writing reflected them all.
Writing was even more fun then than it is now, precisely because I didn’t worry. I just wrote. I immerse myself fully in the worlds I’d created, and it felt amazing. The worlds I’m crafting today are more realistic than the worlds of my youth, which makes that immersion a little more frightening.
Still, if you’re seeking an escape from the world, there are worse places to go than the worlds that occupy my thoughts…
As a girl, Kay dreamed of being swept off her feet by her one true love. At the age of 24, it finally happened…and he’s never let her forget it. A mild-mannered secretary by day and a determined word-wrangler by night, she battles the twin evils of distraction and procrastination in order to write fantastical tales of wuv…twue wuv…with a few haiku thrown in for good measure.
The author of Tuesday Daydreams: A Journal in Verse and A Song for All Seasons: A Journal in Verse, Kay is currently hard at work on the first book in a fantasy trilogy. She resides in the midst of an Iowa corn field with her devoted husband and his mighty red pen; four crazy, cute kids; and an assortment of adorably small, furry animals.
Tuesday Daydreams captures the life and imagination of the author in vivid detail, touching on joy and loss, life’s everyday hassles, and the many faces of Mother Nature. A Song for All Seasons paints vivid pictures of the Iowa landscape in all its glory, in addition to intimate portraits of family life. From frost-covered windowpanes and snowy vistas to rolling green fields and bright blue skies, each poem is a peek into a fading world of untamed beauty.
Care to save her from the chaos? You can find Kay in the all the usual places:
At her blog, where she shares random pictures and silly poems; on Facebook, where she shares things about cats and books; on Twitter, where she shares whatever pops into her head; on Pinterest, where she shares delicious recipes and images from her fantasy world; on Instagram, where she shares pictures of pretty sunsets; and on Tumblr, where she shares all of the above.