Author: Kim

  • What I’m Thinking

    November 2025


    Naps

    I know what you’re probably thinking: She’s not really going to write an entire newsletter about naps, is she?

    Oh, but I am. Because for me, naps have become part of what it means to live…and to write.

    Before October 2023, my life was nonstop. I thrived on being everything for everyone, all the time. Honestly, I loved it when people said, “I don’t know how you do it all.” It felt like my superpower.

    Then I met my kryptonite. After battling an illness for six weeks, I woke up to a very different reality: daily fatigue. While my health has improved a lot since then (and I’m deeply grateful), naps have become a constant in my life.

    Most days I can keep them short—thirty minutes. Other days, my body insists on more. And while you might be thinking, That actually sounds lovely, let me tell you—Western culture (especially the productivity-driven Dutch West Michigan kind) isn’t exactly nap-friendly.

    I’ve taken more car naps than I can count. One time, when my timer went off, it took me a minute to even remember where I was. (Answer: Target’s parking lot.)

    I have transitioned from teaching in-person to teaching online, and this has been a positive shift for me. But I have a dear friend who is recovering from a major surgery and is attempting to return to the office full time. She hears from her boss that she is supported, but she also wonders how to carve out that necessary nap sometime during her work day. (Yes, she confessed to me that she has locked her door, turned off the lights and taken a short office cat nap.)

    Studies show that napping isn’t just indulgent; they’re actually good for us. The American Heart Association, Harvard Health and the National Sleep Foundation all agree that napping can restore mental clarity, fight off fatigue, boost productivity and improve overall well-being. Naps are medically necessary for infants and toddlers as their bodies and brains do the monumental work of growing and developing. And yet, most of us only allow ourselves the occasional Sunday nap, possibly with a football game or a NASCAR race on in the background as white noise.

    So yes, today I’ll nap. Just like most days. And before you start feeling bad for me, know this: I’m okay. Honestly, I might even be better for it. Napping has forced me to slow down and reevaluate my priorities. If I only have so many awake hours, I want to spend them well.

    I no longer accomplish everything, every day. I’m not the superhero I once was. And that’s not a bad thing. Spiderman once said, “with great power comes great responsibility.” I would say I’m now living in the world of “moderate power” with “moderate responsibility.”

    And you know what? That feels a lot more manageable

    My dog Teddy making naps look so cute and easy


  • What I’m (Re)Writing

    November 2025


    Revising: My First Chapters

    If given the choice, I’d probably rather scrub toilets or give my dog a bath than sit down to rework a chapter. And yet here I am, writing about revision… mostly as a way to delay doing it.

    Why? Because revision is hard.

    I tell my students this all the time. I hear it from other writers. And I feel it in my own work whenever I’m told, “This isn’t quite working—you’ll need to revise.”

    Why is revision so difficult? Part of it is that writing is personal; we’ve poured our heart into those words. To hear they need to be changed feels a little like being told we need to be changed. Another part is that many of us put our best effort into a first draft, which makes it hard to imagine how to make our best even better. And sometimes we’re just told, “Revise,” without any clear sense of what or why, which can leave us feeling like lost hikers with no trail map.

    Because of all this, I devote my EN101 semester to revision. I believe it’s one of the most important writing skills my students can carry with them. Far beyond college papers. Honestly, it’s easier to teach it to others (and sometimes more fun, especially when I pull out Play-Doh for middle schoolers) than to face revision myself.

    But I’m not as opposed to it as I once was. In fact, I’ve learned to embrace feedback as a tool for growth. Back in January, I received comments from eight Beta Readers. Their insights guided four solid weeks of revision on my manuscript, and my writing was better for it.

    Now, almost a year later, I’m hearing back from agents. More than a few have told me my query letter and story concept are “intriguing.” But those same agents have also said the first pages of my manuscript feel “underwhelming.”

    That’s feedback worth paying attention to.

    So here I am again, staring down the daunting task of re-seeing my opening chapters, imagining new ways to pull a reader into the world of my story. It feels big. It feels exhausting. But it also feels necessary. Because being a writer means committing to the whole process, both the parts we love and the parts we’d rather avoid.

    So I take a deep breath. I remind myself of what I tell my students. And I open the manuscript.

    If I can do my hard thing today, then so can you. Revision may never stop being hard. But maybe that’s the point. Hard isn’t bad. Hard is where growth begins.

    We can do hard things together.


  • What I’m Reading

    October 2025


    1. My Friends

    Author: Frederik Backman

    Length: 448 pages

    Publication: May 2025

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: adult


    SUMMARY

    Most people don’t even notice them—three tiny figures sitting at the end of a long pier in the corner of one of the most famous paintings in the world. Most people think it’s just a depiction of the sea. But Louisa, an aspiring artist herself, knows otherwise, and she is determined to find out the story of these three enigmatic figures.

    Twenty-five years earlier, in a distant seaside town, a group of teenagers find refuge from their bruising home lives by spending long summer days on an abandoned pier, telling silly jokes, sharing secrets, and committing small acts of rebellion. These lost souls find in each other a reason to get up each morning, a reason to dream, a reason to love.

    Out of that summer emerges a transcendent work of art, a painting that will unexpectedly be placed into eighteen-year-old Louisa’s care. She embarks on a surprise-filled cross-country journey to learn how the painting came to be and to decide what to do with it. The closer she gets to the painting’s birthplace, the more nervous she becomes about what she’ll find. Louisa is proof that happy endings don’t always take the form we expect in this stunning testament to the transformative, timeless power of friendship and art.


    MY REVIEW

    I have always been a fan of Frederik Backman. He captured me first with A Man Called Ove and had never let me go. My friend Kim (yes, I’m actually referring to another person) gifted me with her hardcover copy to read and enjoy on my own time with no library due date. I

    didn’t know it, but I would need all the time to slowly and carefully read this deep and moving story of four friends and a painting that would change all their lives. I have confessed before that I can be a skim reader, but this book required a detailed read of every chapter, every page, every sentence. I felt like every third or fourth sentence was profound enough to be a poster on someone’s wall. Backman’s writing is witty and heartfelt and deep…and then he makes some reference to a fart (endearing and funny a few times, mostly weird and redundant in my opinion).

    This is a story about a painting. But it’s so much more. If you were given a checklist of thematic options, my guess is most readers would check almost all of them: love, pain, grief, sacrifice, friendship, death. So I guess that makes this novel the single most handbook on “how to live life.”

    Readers, this one is worth it. Find your copy, whether it be at the library, the bookstore or your good friend Kim (side note: everyone should have a good friend Kim in their lives). Read it, enjoy it, savor it. Let it take up rent in your head long after you’ve finished it. And then pray to the gods in Hollywood they never try to mess it up by making it into a movie.


    2. The Keeper of Lost Things

    Author: Ruth Hogan

    Length: 288 pages

    Publication: November 2017

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: adult


    SUMMARY

    Anthony Peardew is the keeper of lost things. Forty years ago, he carelessly lost a keepsake from his beloved fiancée, Therese. That very same day, she died unexpectedly. Brokenhearted, Anthony sought consolation in rescuing lost objects—the things others have dropped, misplaced, or accidentally left behind—and writing stories about them. Now, in the twilight of his life, Anthony worries that he has not fully discharged his duty to reconcile all the lost things with their owners. As the end nears, he bequeaths his secret life’s mission to his unsuspecting assistant, Laura, leaving her his house and all its lost treasures, including an irritable ghost.

    Recovering from a bad divorce, Laura, in some ways, is one of Anthony’s lost things. But when the lonely woman moves into his mansion, her life begins to change. She finds a new friend in the neighbor’s quirky daughter, Sunshine, and a welcome distraction in Freddy, the rugged gardener. As the dark cloud engulfing her lifts, Laura, accompanied by her new companions, sets out to realize Anthony’s last wish: reuniting his cherished lost objects with their owners.

    Long ago, Eunice found a trinket on the London pavement and kept it through the years. Now, with her own end drawing near, she has lost something precious—a tragic twist of fate that forces her to break a promise she once made.

    As the Keeper of Lost Objects, Laura holds the key to Anthony and Eunice’s redemption. But can she unlock the past and make the connections that will lay their spirits to rest?


    MY REVIEW

    I believe I saw a recommendation for this book on social media, and not by any person I knew. But their review said that reading this book was “like getting a hug,” and I thought I could use a bookhug right now.

    I wanted to like this book more. Perhaps it’s Backman’s fault for exposing me to the highest level of literature for my previous read. I believe the plot is worthwhile; the synopsis reminded me a bit of The Curious Charms of Arthur Pepper (Patrick) which I thoroughly enjoyed. And the running themes of lost love and found love and friendship and holding out hope when all seems bleak–these are all themes I appreciate in a good novel.

    Unfortunately, I couldn’t find myself caring about the characters, and as a result, I could not connect to the plot. This might have been a book I would have abandoned halfway through had it not been the feeling of responsibility to finish and report on it to you, my dear readers. Perhaps it moved too slow for my fast-paced brain; perhaps I’m not someone who can appreciate “charming” books the way others can.

    Goodreads claims this is a book for readers who loved The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake (Bender). Now that is a book that I loved and would highly recommend to any reader.


    3. How to Read a Book

    Author: Monica Wood

    Length: 288 pages

    Publication: May 2024

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: adult


    SUMMARY

    Violet Powell, a twenty-two-year-old from rural Abbott Falls, Maine, is being released from prison after serving twenty-two months for a drunk-driving crash that killed a local kindergarten teacher. Harriet Larson, a retired English teacher who runs the prison book club, is facing the unsettling prospect of an empty nest. Frank Daigle, a retired machinist, hasn’t yet come to grips with the complications of his marriage to the woman Violet killed.

    When the three encounter each other one morning in a bookstore in Portland—Violet to buy the novel she was reading in the prison book club before her release, Harriet to choose the next title for the women who remain, and Frank to dispatch his duties as the store handyman—their lives begin to intersect in transformative ways.


    MY REVIEW

    At this point, how this book got on my “to read” list is insignificant; the fact that it got into my hands and I got to devour it in a few short days is all that matters. The title gives nothing away, so I had no idea what to expect. Imagine my shock and surprise when the novel opens in a prison ward.

    This book was an absolute delight to read in so many ways. It captured a small glimpse into prison life and what it means for those women to live on the Ins. It enforces the importance of literature and reading and education, and how that is the one universal freedom we all are given. Yes, it’s about friendship and romance, but I loved how it viewed those idyllic aspects of life through broken humans who repeatedly screw up.

    I think I adored this book so much because above all, it is a story of forgiveness and offering grace. I believe those are what we need today, in this world, above all else.

    Do yourself a favor and find a copy of this book. Even better if you buy it and share it around. This one deserves circulation.


  • What YOU’RE Writing

    (September 2025)


    Gratitude journals

    Have you ever kept a gratitude journal?

    I haven’t.

    Gratitude journals fall in the same category for me as seasonal home decorating or creative crafts to do with kids. They are things I wish I wanted to do. And so instead, I marvel at other people who actually do these things either because they’re more disciplined or more creative (or both). I actually have a Pinterest board entitled, “Crafty Project I’ll Never Do.” It made me feel better to pin them, and then when I discovered Etsy, my finger couldn’t “add to cart” fast enough.

    Gratitude is something we all should practice. In this fast-paced, consumer-driven world, I often find I feel overwhelmed by the information coming at me disappointed by all the things society says I should own that I don’t.

    One more pair of shoes. A seasonally-themed table runner. Jeans that are in style today and might remain there through the end of the week. A thinner body. Straighter hair. At the end of the day, who I am and what I own just isn’t enough.

    And it will never be.

    Which leaves me with three options:

    1. Join a nunnery where the world and its consumerism mentality is shunned (probably need to run this by my husband and kids first)
    2. Crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head until the world spins out of control and reverts back two hundred years (could I really exist with only outdoor toilets?)
    3. Attempt a gratitude journal

    I’ve never started a gratitude journal because it always felt overwhelming. Find something I appreciate and write about it…every day? What does it say about me as a person if I can’t find anything to write about on a particular day? What if I write about something as meaningless as a blade of grass just so I can check it off on my to-do list?

    In doing a some (basic) research on gratitude journals, here’s a few helpful suggestions I found:

    1. Try sticking to one time of day and find one thing you are grateful for at that moment
    2. Feel free to write about anything, from the mundane to the magnificent
    3. Write in your journal in a different place every day, if possible. Let the place inspire your gratitude (yes, we can even be grateful in laundry rooms)
    4. Have a gratitude partner who keeps your accountable or inspires you
    5. Don’t over practice gratitude (hallelujah!). At some point the scale tips from strengthening this muscle to overworking it and burning it out. So if you miss a day, offer yourself grace. And maybe, after a month of daily entries, move to a weekly rhythm.

    I’m up for the challenge…are you?

    Today, I’m thankful for the opportunity and the challenge. (Day #1=✅ 😉)


    Story Starter:

    The Zoo Goes Boo

    Sensory Friendly LA Zoo Lights Night — Cleverly Catherynhttps://www.cleverlycatheryn.com/blog-posts/sensory-friendly-la-zoo-lights-night

    “C’mon, hurry up!”
    “I’m working as fast as I can. I only have hooves, you know.”

    There was a slight jingling noise as the lock gave way and the gate opened. The hippopotamus nose-bumped the zebra as a way of thanks.

    “No stopping now. We’ve got more friends to release. This is going to be the BEST Halloween ever!”


  • What I’m Thinking

    (September 2025)


    What Next?


    The good news: my “Not Yet” jar is full. Quite full. Crammed to the top, in fact. II had to swap out a handful of $1s for $5s just to make room.

    The bad news: my list of available literary agents is shrinking by the day. As I am learning, the middle grade genre is a small and specific one, with a narrow audience of readers and hence a limited number of agents willing to represent MG writers.

    Most days this journey feels a little manic. One day I’m sending queries, drafting newsletters, planning author visits—and yes, perhaps even doing some writing of my own. It feels purposeful, hopeful. Then the other days come. The days when a newsletter deadline sneaks up, two rejections land (before lunch!), and I realize I haven’t written a single creative word of my own in weeks.

    A neighbor asked me the other day how my writing life was going. I smiled and said, “Good!”. But if I’m honest, I’m not sure what happens if, in the near future, the last agent query comes back as a “no.”


    What next?

    One option is self-publishing. I know people who’ve done it successfully. A local author I met loves it—he gets to choose his format, illustrator, timeline, everything. And the timing of self-publishing is fast: my friend Cindy DeBoer self-published her own memoir in a little over two months. The trick with self-publishing in what happens AFTER publication–you’re on your own. There’s no marketing team to help get the word out, schedule school visits or book talks or even for you to be a presence at a literary conference. Every copy sold comes from your own blood, sweat and tears.

    woman sitting on chair reading book sketch

    And even if that felt manageable on a given day, there’s future implications with how many books actually sell. The average self-published book sells between 250-500 books, with a few reaching the higher end of 1,000. Publishers, on the other hand, look for authors who can move 10,000 books in a year. And if your self-published book doesn’t sell well, it can actually make it harder to land a publisher for future projects.

    See the pressure here?

    Another option I have is to shelve Lily of the Valley for now and go in a different direction. Write another novel that might have an easier appeal to literary agents and the publishing world. If that novel does well, bring Lily back into the conversation.

    In baseball terms, I feel like I’m closing out the eighth inning. I’m down, but not out.

    Maybe there’s a different chapter of my writing story that I need to write.

    an open book with a pen on top of it