About Me Thursday, Aug 23 2007
Uncategorized 12:38 pm
Who am I?
I can’t exactly say, at least not in simple electronic terms picked from a drop-down menu on a computer. Not the easy-breezy black and white, I dance more in the grey areas of life–the way I like my friends as well, and I find unpolished, unrehearsed characters fit best in my life, providing continuous change and intrigue.
The beautiful white shepherd below my pic… That’d be my Lucy, my snow shadow, my smile, the eternal laughter of my soul.
Location: stuck perpetual betwixt the winter and summer solstices…
Kimmi, AKA: writer, adored ‘laundry queen’, photographer sans pay, music muse -
*Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams*
-corrine bailey rae
October 18, 2007 at 12:35 am
Thanks so much for your good wishes. It’s always just a little more special when you hear from other writers–we’ve all traveled the same difficult roads! C.K.
January 4, 2008 at 1:53 pm
You’re also one of the sweetest folks out there. Good luck with your ms!!!!
January 4, 2008 at 2:15 pm
oh, thank you C.bronco, love!
June 16, 2008 at 12:43 am
You have come so far and grown so much, like a weed unchecked by human hands….wild and at your own speed. I am proud of the stong woman you have become, nothing will stop you now, nothing or no-one. It took awhile to make you face those fears but once you did you whooped them bigtime as I knew you could and would do. Just talking about it was the biggest step of all, the first teetering step that put you on this wonderful road you are on now. It has opened up this entire new world for you and I am so glad. Your laundry-queen days will soon be over, hell you will be able to go out and buy a new outfit for every day of the rest of your life and never worry about washing another thing at the rate you are going (I know, I know, you are too conservative) but you could you know!
Love you forever. Paulette and all her critters. (your biggest fan next to your family)
June 16, 2008 at 1:40 am
Paulette, my dearest friend!
thanks, sweetie, but I doubt that I’ll ever be able to relinquish my laundry-queen crown, even if I could. And you know me far too well to think I’d ever be a clothes-horse. ;* )
I’ll always remember–be grateful when you told me to pick up the pen to give voice.
hugs