Kimberly Dawn Wells: Author

On December 17th, 2004 at 12:15 AM, I finished my first book. It had been 6 years in the making and I finally just decided to sit down and put it into words. Soon afterwards, I decided to quit doing web design and write full time.

As of June 2007, I currently have about a thirty fiction novels in the works and a contract for three non-fiction books that relate to goal achievement and productivity.

I really love to write. Growing up I was always good at writing. When I was in kindergarten I won school-wide and county-wide awards for a book I wrote titled "The Cupid." Throughout school I continued to be a good writer and won short story contests and poetry contests, but "there's no money in that" so I focused on other studies. Unfortunately, it took me until I was 22 to recognize that there really could be a profitable connection between my writing talents and my career, or even that writing could BE my career.

Since that time I have written numerous books and ebooks, classes, articles, and handbooks. In just the last few years articles, ebooks, and blogs have become popular, and with those came the ease of self-publishing. I believe that had it not been for those changes and new innovations, I'd probably still be doing web design. (Which is ok because I love doing that too!)

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*groan*
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