Writing with joy

This is what Kim M. Kimselius wrote writing with joy:

"Writing with joy is the name of my notebook, but it's not the one I 'm going to talk about today.

It's the joy of writing I want to tell you about. For me there is almost nothing better than to write, but it's not for everyone, that I know of all the letters and emails I get.

So how do you find the joy to write?

To me it's obvious to write to myself, if something I like, something I'm passionate about, something I want to convey to others.

This is not obvious to everyone. Many people write because they have a dream of becoming a writer, because they think that you have to write in a particular way, expressing oneself as a writer, using a special language, write a particular genre (mostly detective novels), or write so an editor will enjoy the story.

It's usually then it freezes. Because if you've decided to write a book, like a detective story, just because it is popular and can make you rich, but you do not have a that kind of story inside you, then it becomes all wrong.

If you are not good at finding the intrigue around a murder, or know how the murderer will be found, then there will be no good book because it forces you to write something you are really passionate about.

You should write about what you do best, whatever that is popular reading at the moment. You might have a romantic comedy within you, or a real harlequin story, with lots of love and sex. You might want to write something dramatic and sad, to tell you about something that has happened to you or someone in your vicinity.

It is only when you open up your thoughts and feelings and unleashes words you have within you that there will be joy in the writing.

Try to find your voice, your specialty and not lock yourself by rules and musts. Write on and feel how fun it is to let your fingers run up over the keys, or how the pen fills the papers with words.

Be glad for all the words you put on paper, instead of being sad and think that you have not posted enough. If it only gets a single sentence written during the day, you have at least posted something that you felt joy about when you wrote it.

As I write this text, I feel joy, because I am passionate about inspiring others to write and learn to find joy in writing. At the same time I'm filled with longing to write in my book, for it is so that the more you write, the easier it becomes. So it is with everything, the more you practice the better you get.

Sometimes when I'm lecturing in primary school, they usually get to write short stories based on a color. I urge them to write from the first color they see within themselves.

It tends to be magical stories. Like the little boy who saw black and then wrote a sad story about divorce and a lost dog. Someone else saw yellow and wrote on a lovely summer vacation in the countryside with his grandparents.

What kind of color do you see within you? Begin typing from that and then build on your story. Make sure to have fun and let the smile spread from your mouth through your body, feel joy when you write.

Good Luck!

Please look into Kimselius writing tips, http://kim-m-kimselius.blogspot.se/p/kimselius-skrivtips.html 

You can also find more tips on how to write with joy in my book To write with joy, which can be borrowed at the library, both as a regular book and e-book.

Hugs Kim M. Kimselius"

Are you up for the challenge? Write from your heart and enjoy the words that are coming from within you!

/ / Sharon Elbaz

Anastasias Destiny

Here is the sample of Kim M. Kimselius new book about the Grand Duchess, Anastasia!

"She sat hidden behind a dresser and peeked out at those who inspected the tsarist family's furniture that would soon be auctioned.

She had to swallow the lump grew in her throat, when the memories come to her. She remembered her father, so proud and straight, unyielding, unable to be broken, she had all the same thought, but fate wanted otherwise.

Her dear mother, so beautiful. Now she was considerably older than her mother had become.

The siblings, the dear and sickly brother, there loved dogs.

Now they were all long gone. Fate had been cruel, formed them to a life in which they never would live.

People touch the table's shiny surface, felt the silk fabric on the sofa and armchairs, the audited, criticized and brought accolades. She saw and felt annoyance, longing, sadness and anticipation.

Tensely awaited her on the right people, while she let the thoughts go.

Imagine how much speculation there had been about the imperial family's fate, especially of Anastasia's fate. Many had claimed to be the surviving Grand Duchess Anastasia. She thought of Anna Andersson, who had claimed that she was the missing Grand Duchess.

Why would anyone want to claim the title? It was risking there own life. Now, if they had made such great pains to escape from death, why did they then reveal their identity?

It was something she could not possibly understand.

She had been hiding during all the decades, followed all the discussions, smiled at all the fake versions of the Grand Duchess who did everything to get over the tsarist family fortune, the one that no longer existed.

Anna Andersson was the one who was most like her aunt, whom many had long thought was the real Anastasia. She sighed at how gullible people could be. Although she and her family had allowed themselves to be fooled once for a very long time ago.

She was tired, she had lived too long, seen too much, seen untold suffering and death.

Her veined old hands trembled as she rolled the chair forward to get a better overview of the premises. She had seen a familiar figure enter the room.

The heart began to throb like a teenage heart, so that it once had done when she first had seen the young man. She had waited and longed to meet him again.

Now he stood before her, as vibrant as last, although it differed oceans of years between them.

The wrinkled old cheeks were slightly pink and her eyes filled with tears, as she thought of all she had been able to experience, all she had missed out on, all the loved ones who had died.

He was accompanied by the girl he had talked so much about. They smiled at each other, which made her both excited and happy.

When he sat down on the couch, stroking the silk and put his hand on the wood bud, and in the next second, disappear, it became too much for her.

She knew what he would experience, she had been there, she was part of the young man's story. The memories poured over her and they hurt. So evil that the heart cramped and stopped beating.

The old lady sank down into the chair and her hand slid an envelope on which was written to Theo Aurelius ...."

"New book from Kim M. Kimselius"

Now she has done it again. Kim has finished writing yet another exciting book. It’s called Anastasia's Destiny and deals with the Russian Imperial Family: Tsar Nicholas II, Tsaritsa Alexandra, and their children, and the seventeen-year-old Grand Duchess, and when the revolutionaries storm the Tsar's palace and takes the Russian Czar and his family captive.

Anastasia's Destiny comes out in Sweden in August 2014, and will be her 19th adventure book.

Excited to read this book? If you can read Swedish, you can click on the link below and read the first chapter of Anastasia's Destiny!

http://kim-m-kimselius.blogspot.se/2014/04/las-forsta-kapitlet-ur-anastasias-ode.html

Tune in next week and read the sample in english!

/ / Sharon Elbaz