Friday, June 28, 2013

Writing My Book

I stepped out and wrote my story a story that had been boiling inside of me for years. I wrote it over and over then balling up the paper and throwing it away. When I wrote the book the words came back like words from a monologue in a play. I was so excited that the stories that had ran through me for years were finally written on paper and bond in a book. The stories were sad, funny and thrilling. Some memories were comforting and others were not but they were stories that lived in my head for many years.
I never dreamed that I would be able to write a book and people would really enjoy reading it. I've gotten calls from people telling me how much they have enjoyed reading the book. Two older people told me "when I should have been reading the Bible I was reading your book." I never imagined that it would be such a good read. I wanted to honor the wonderful people that crossed my path while at Vista Maria I wanted to share how much love I'd recieved while living with them. I think about those days very often and how much I grew and learned so much from those young ladies. Those girls had shared so much with me all their fears, saddness, dreams and hopes with me. It was like having a big pajama party everyday. I learned that people worship differently and more about a faith I knew nothing about. Writing my book was so much fun to go back and revisit all the people that touched my life so deeply. I learned about a race of people that I thought didn't care about me as an African American. I had the expeience to work at a job that would be my future. All of this I told in my book.
To learn that people who read it found it to be so inspirational was such a joy to me. One woman wrote and told me that she put my book on her book shelf right next to The Help and Anne Frank these are music to an author's ears. Me, Kim Kelsey, an author such a dream come true putting words on paper that told my story of staff and young ladies that help create me.You gotta get the book.
 

Monday, June 10, 2013

To Write Or Not To Write That Is The Question

I've always loved reading as a little girl I would spend hours in my room reading a good book. I remember learning how to read the joy it bought me to be able to put letters together and form words. It was so cool. My sister and I share the same room and she loved drawing she would spend hours drawing and I could read. When I was a teenager I had a desire to write maybe it came from all those days when I was younger reading wanting to write just seemed natural.

I was so overjoyed when my book In Between My Tears was finished and I finally had it published. The tears filled my eyes when I held that book in my hands and looked at it with the cover I dreamed of and the title that came to me and the colors that ran through my mind constantly. The beauty of it was that cover that my sister drew the picture of the shadow of a girl with a tear drop from her face. Seeing us come full circle Rhodia's drawing with my words.

The few books that I printed was loved by so many people. Most emailed or called and asked when will be my next book. I was amazed by their comment and happy that I was able to make my dream come true. Now I'm back at square one trying to convince myself to write again just as I did with my first book. My sister worked on her joy for drawing as much as she could even in her last days having a pencil and pad near by when ever she could mustard up enough to put the pencil to the paper her hand filled with pain she would still try to draw. She tried to live her passion to create and to draw. I would try very hard to begin to write again.  My sister was so in her joy doing what she did she didn't have to it sold and many people didn't have to see it or buy she just drew. My goal now is to continue to write.

The answer is to write