Kimberly Bea

@kimberlybea.bsky.social

History buff, writer of YA and adult fantasy, belly dancer, logophile, and all around geek! THE CHANGELING QUEEN out Fall 2025 (Erewhon Books). #AMM R4 Mentee. Rep'd by Z. R. Ellor of JDLItAgency. She, her

I confess that I wrote The Changeling Queen before I was diagnosed with autism (and before my father had his strokes) but speaking to how much of an outsider I always felt. Now I am writing my first deliberately autistic main character since my diagnosis and I am scared to mess up. #neurodivergent

The fun thing about going to a con on 4th of July weekend is that I was home by 7 or 8 all three days I went, but I am still sleep deprived, thanks to the fireworks. See also: conning while menopause.

I’ve had a lovely time at Baycon so far and met so many nice people … and talented writers! I think I’m going back tomorrow … it will distract from the fact I am up for my Zoom writing group tomorrow night (gulp!). (Writing a first draft is hard when you haven’t written one in several years.)

Turned down for help by the autism resource center. Got diagnosed too late, and it took me too long, and my sister is younger than me so she can’t say what I experienced growing up, and they were testing girls for autism in the ‘90s, so that’s no excuse (but I was in my 20s then?). 1/2

Me: I don’t want to write about witches. Book 1: Writes about cunning folk. Book 2: Writes about witch hunts. Book 3?: Writes about a strix (striga) and necromancy. Me: But no witches, eh?

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Wait, ‘theater kid’ is an insult now? Those are the extroverts I like! (I got you, theater kids. You can come over, eat cookies and listen to EPIC or Six until I need to crawl under the desk and hide.)

Hey, Bluesky! Sorry for my absence! I am living out of boxes still without HVAC (being installed today/tomorrow) or a working washer, but I’m otherwise okay. Some friends are going to help me move around furniture this weekend, which should clear up some space for more bookshelves.

Emotions are fun because I am so proud of my debut & happy with my publisher. But I also wish it hadn’t happened a year after my dad died. That I got to enjoy it instead of moving. That we weren’t selling the house. That things were better between me & my sister. That I weren’t only semi-employed.

Wish me luck! I am a book lover, author, and former bookseller packing up my books to move into a condo. I formerly lived in an apartment, and my condo is at least 100 SF larger, but I had a lot of books stored at my parents’ place. So I am trying to prune my collection as I go, but it’s so hard!

My mom’s phone isn’t working and came over to her apartment to hopefully have breakfast and let the repair folks in. Four hour window, which is annoying, but I am the point of contact since who knows where her phone is.

Vaguebooking here. Jobtalk: I can handle rejection. Everyone has to. But rejecting me, then asking if I am still interested in the job and when I am available for an interview, ghosting me and finally telling me you’ve paused interviews …? I feel like I’m being lifted then dropped again & again.

I am tired already tomorrow and I still have to go to church, lunch with cousins, an open house (if I can squeeze it in), and dinner with a friend. Happy birthday to me; feeling every one of those 56 years today.

Calmly telling the local weather gods my sister the Arizonan has gone home, it’s just me, the one who loves autumn left behind, the temperatures are free to drop a little now if they want.

I wish my mom were with it enough to tell me how well I’m doing, considering I am unemployed, struggling to get my meds when my health insurance hasn’t kicked in (and that includes my antidepressants), and, well, the world is going to hell in a hand basket. Longing for reassurance right now.

RIP Robert Redford, one of my mother’s age mates. I remember my US government teacher once showed us his film “The Candidate” in class. It really entertained us and made us think. Maybe I will do a rewatch in his memory.