I’m Kimberly Emerson, a native Californian and certified tall person. I’m generally quiet, but always have a ton of thoughts running through my head. If I ran as often as my mind does, I’d have six-pack abs and thighs of granite. My mind needs some place to run to, so I write. So far, I live in a contemporary imaginary playground. Someday when I have more time to research, I’ll pack my metaphysical bags and head off to previous centuries, but until that day comes, there’s plenty of material in this century to keep me going.
And now for the new business:
Pitch Wars! I’m wading into the fray, looking for a mentor for my book, Perfectly Acceptable Woman. I’m serious about getting this sucker published. These characters need to talk to someone besides me. They’re bored with my conversation.
I write women’s fiction, need plot twists in my life, and love smart, funny characters that are just west of normal. (It’s a California thing. We’re all about the West.) The thirty-something who can count every date she’s ever had on her fingers, without going to toes. The publicist seeking a relationship surrogate, because dating her own boyfriend would be bad for business. The ridiculously successful executive who screwed up his business and really misses his mom and dad. Characters that make you think, “Wow, I guess I’m not the only one with weirdness under the skin.”
Because you’re not. Everybody has weird roots. You just have to get to know them well enough to see under the leafy green exterior.
My goal as a writer and a person is to help people feel comfortable in their own skin. If anyone ever reads my stuff and thinks, “Hey, maybe it’s okay to be different,” then I will count myself a success. There is one normal person in the universe, and face it, that makes her kind of weird. Let’s make her feel at home.
If you, dear mentor, can help me do that better? I will be forever grateful, and will write sonnets in your honor.