I’m in love with the concept of life. I’m fascinated by the lives led by others: their jobs, their loves, their history. I love to observe and imagine. Participate? Well…not so much.
I’m not particularly keen on the idea of playing the role of Person #7123654356 to be completely honest. I much prefer being swept up in wonderful worlds of fiction – but don’t we all?
I have a terrible habit of spending far too much time inside my head, which can usually be found somewhere in the clouds. The plots and characters of books I have read and films I have watched swirl around my mind like a dream-like oil painted hurricane. I am constantly pre-occupied by my thoughts of all things entirely fictional.
I’ve been this way ever since I can remember, and it’s always lead to the same hobby: writing. My dream is to become a published author. To write novels. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but I suppose putting it out into the world for all to read somehow makes it more real.
I also have the goal of writing screenplays, plays, musicals, and poetry. Essays and articles about the causes I believe in. These other forms are my air, my blood, and my lifeline. I want to make an impact on the world via words – even if that impact is only read and felt by ten people.
I have so many stories that I am desperately longing to tell. So many ideas and characters that I’m desperate to put on the page and, as those ideas evolve and grow into the novels and scripts that I plan to write, I will share every moment of it here.
(P.S. This felt weird to write, but I hope you enjoyed the little read – and if you feel the same as I do, I wish you all the luck in the world for achieving your goals. Kimberley xx)