About

Gun for hire

Kim Berry is a freelance writer who has worked in communications roles for more than 15 years. She has worked with one of the world’s largest public relations firms, as an in-house public relations specialist, a freelance writer for print media, government and private sector clients and most recently as a writer for a government agency.

She has a blog and wants to write a book. Of course she does.

Her passion is to write in plain English with good humour and pragmatism, to engage an audience and to maximise the impact of the materials she is working on.

She finds people infinitely fascinating and loves nothing more than telling the world about something they might otherwise not know or have thought of from that angle.

Kim likes writing for print and online media but let’s be honest, she’ll write anywhere for money. She has a penchant for lists and still uses a diary in which she has to write appointments rather than create synergies with her email, iPhone, microwave and whatever else may be interested. Sadly most of these appointments are for her children.

Kim loathes exercise but is resigned to the reality that it is essential if she wants to keep eating cake and not need a wardrobe of mumus, or go crazy.

She has an unhealthy obsession with current affairs, ABC TV and series such as The Office, 30 Rock, Community, Arrested Development, Bored to Death and The Inbetweeners.

She can also cook and got to the Top 20 in NSW in the inaugural Australian MasterChef. There’s footage of her somewhere snotty crying at not getting in (George Colombaris was SO mean). This will stop her from ever entering politics.

Kim’s fertile imagination and creative genius is almost out shone by that of her ovaries as she is the mother to four boys aged from 14 to four years old. Yeah. She’s excellent at washing as well.

Email her at kim at allconsuming dot com dot au to talk about how her creative powers can work for you.

Go on, you know you want to.

 

Recent published articles: 

Finding their tribe

Surviving the non-sleeping screamer

Relinquished

 

The short of it:

A glimpse into the world of one fertile and careless woman and the allconsuming mess that follows. It’s raising four boys, reconciling the special needs with the normal, being married to a Chef, living with your mother and a personal quest to see just how many loads of washing you can generate and wash in one day. There’s recipes, tragedy, tales of public humiliation, the occasional tirade and so much more.

 

 The long of it:

I realise some of you may not have the time to trawl through my archives. Nor do I particularly need you to. Some of those early posts are ATROCIOUS. Like that diary you used to keep when you were 15 and you thought you were such a good writer but really were just a teenager with hormones crushing your will to live and any recollection of the grammar you may or may not have learnt in primary school.

So check these out, these should bring you up too speed. A bit.

The ubiquitous 100+ things about me post

My take on being a parent to a child with special needs

Parenting 4 vs Parenting 2

Something I really believe

One of my stock standard blathering posts about how I love youse all from the Glamorouse days.

The allconsuming guide to losing weight – or at least being less fat

When Chef and I hooked up – to confirm my status as: classy. It’s like The Pioneer Woman’s Black Heels to Tractor Wheels but shorter. And drunker.

On being adopted. Or relinquished.

 

The finer points:

The names I use for my children on this blog really are their names. I KNOW!

Chef really is a chef and no he doesn’t cook at home very much and I’m totally fine with that.