The last few years have separated people, physically and mentally. This isolation has not been healthy. Human beings are social creatures. Even so, many people were lonely or isolated long before the pandemic. My writing, despite itself, constantly toys with experiences of isolation, be it a physical separation from others, or that sense we get of being alone in a crowd. Loneliness and isolation have been near constant partners in my life, to more or lesser degrees, so the fact I find them showing up in my writing shouldn’t really be a surprise.
Noticing thusly as I stare into the mirror, I decided to face isolation and loneliness directly, with a book of short stories orbiting these ideas, examining them from different angles like the facets of a cut diamond. My Crystals of Dead Lakes.
Born to a loving family, Kim Aaron was abducted by Gnomes at five, and spent the next ten years folding underwear in a secret underground facility. Kim found the Gnomes great fun to play with and spent many a night around the lingerie fire listening to great Gnomish tales of adventure, intrigue, and dresser drawers. Having to work during the day, Kim was Gnome-schooled by some of the great Gnome intellects. Later, at Simon Fraser University, Kim learned Gnomes have a rather skewed understanding of both science and business administration. Head screwed on straight, Kim earned a BA (honors) and immediately decided to become a software engineer, tossing everything she'd learned up to this point in a dumpster. Now, semi-retired, she finds she gets bothered by things and so has to write them down, or they begin to ache like an impacted tooth. The most important thing she's learned in life? Those drawer locks on your dresser aren't just for babies.