I am a Wrestler of the Muse.
My stories and characters are dark but never silenced.
I see ghosts and tell their tales. I look into the face of darkness where angels fear to tread.
I am a dark fiction writer with the heart of a poet and the soul of a gypsy while the ancient rhythms of Africa, the birthplace of storytellers, courses through my veins. Wanting to be either a pathologist or a criminal psychologist, life took me on a few twists and turns while studying journalism and after a couple of meandering offshoots that did not involve fiction, fiction finally chose me when I was asked to write a short story for a NZ anthology (which was a National Award Winner).
I now live on the beautiful East Coast of New Zealand’s North Island and I am lucky enough to call the Pacific Ocean my backyard. I can often be found wandering the cliff tops above the crashing ocean and walking through the lush farmlands that surround the area. But with a heart caught between two lands, the sunburned, ancient Africa and the lush, green islands of New Zealand, I find my true home within the white pages covered in ink. My fiction is caught between the dark and mysterious, the truth and the what ifs, secrets and reality, shadows and light.
I really do see ghosts and my loved ones believe ghosts and extreme weather phenomenon follow me around. I grew up spending holidays and weekends at my grandparents’ large old farm homestead which had a hidden wing that was haunted. These early experiences with haunted homes ignited my imagination and started a spark that made me question what else is out there that we couldn’t see, what is around us observing us? Why could I see these ghosts/spirits and many others couldn’t? The spark was lit and the stories started coming as fast as I could write them down and they still keep coming.
One of these real life experiences sparked The Redgates Secrets, my debut 6 part novella series.
via About | Kim Koning.
I am a Percolating Writer-in-progress, poet, coffee addict, sun-lover & adventurer.
percolating is a form of:
percolated, past participle; percolated, past tense; percolates, 3rd person singular present; percolating, present participle
- (of information or an idea or feeling) Spread gradually through an area or group of people
- – this issue has percolated into the public consciousness
- (of coffee) Be prepared in a percolator
- – he put some coffee on to percolate
- Prepare (coffee) in a percolator
- – freshly percolated coffee
- Be or become full of lively activity or excitement
- – the night was percolating with an expectant energy
My Survival Fuels are:
(Mead-schmead…this is the true nectar of the gods…mmmh fresh coffee…)
(Who does not love miniature bite-size cakes? I can have more than just my “cake-singular” I can have cakes and not feel too guilty.)
(Make this rich, dark and bitter-sweet…and by the slab-ful.)
(It must be red…Don’t you know that Red makes writers write much faster?!)
For your safety and for this writer’s sanity, make sure all of these are always within my reach…
Lightning strikes dust
Finger of God touches Man
© Kim Koning.