Kitalia Emme

Kitalia Emme

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A good read makes us smile. A great read makes us feel.

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About Me


***Sorry for my absence. I lost a husband, fought addiction, and came out stronger that ever. I have been sober for 10 months. I am pulling my life together and healing from my loss (No, I wasn't widowed) My scars are healing, and I am back to finish creating the stories of overcoming hardship, finding the inner strength to move on, and the hope to believe in tomorrow.***

Welcome to my world!

I am distant, out of place, never knowing how to give less then 100%. I am easily discouraged and usually exhausted. I throw my heart out and trust completely from then get-go, and then I'm shocked when things go badly.

I never totally understand the social norms of the mainstream and mundane world so I always end up feeling like an outcast. This makes it difficult to open up to people and express myself.
I know that seems like a contradiction but you can trust someone and not know how to describe yourself or truly open up.

I was raised in a traveling show. If your first thought was "circus" you would be just about right. That ended when I was thirteen and we moved into a museum. Maybe there is a reason I often feel out of place....

I am passionate about cooking up good books and consuming good stories. I obsessive over my fandoms, and I dream big. I am a hard hitting Texas girl, a circus runaway (as in ran away from the circus) and writing is my passion, and the only way I am truly free.

I love my family so much that I would die for them! Though I admit my idea of family is a bit skewed, there is no doubt that I am caring and loyal to those I love.

I love the smell of old books, tobacco, whisk, gunpowder, and the ocean, and the open fields of my hometown.
I love the feeling of fall, the rain on my skin, a purring cat, the pages of old books between my fingers, my son holding my hand as we walk together.
I love the ocean, foxes, pirates, good stories.
I love the sound of rain on a tin roof, the ocean, purring cats, my son laughing.
I love the taste of lavender, bitter chocolate, tobacco, rum, coffee, cake, sweet words as they roll of the tongue.

So that is who I am. Question is...

Who are you?

Thank y'all for stopping by!

~Kit~


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Posted 4 Years Ago


Happy day of the sacrificial slaughtering of a turkey in thanks for the material and emotional possessions we take for granted evert other day of the year.

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Posted 5 Years Ago


I'm Back!

I am sorry to have been gone so long. The journey was tough, and at times I wasn't sure that there would be a light at the end of the tunnel, but I am here, I am alive, and I am back to finish my stories.

I have missed all of you, and I have a good deal of catching up to do.

Thank you all.

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Posted 5 Years Ago


I have always been that way, but then I grew up hearing poems, stories, and music performed around our camp fire or when we gathered in whatever room was biggest after a show. Poetry, to me, is a living thing and not words on paper. It has a heartbeat, and sometimes I use odd wording to emphasize that.

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Posted 5 Years Ago


Everyone who has sent me 'read requests' I assure you that I have not forgotten you!
I have been really busy in my mundane job, and had a few family commitments. I want to be able to read and enjoy your work and give you a thoughtful review. Feel free to fill my request box, as I will get to them. And once again, I apologize. I will get to them as soon as I have more then five minutes time.

~Kit~

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Posted 5 Years Ago


"But I am not a doll anymore. I am a human, a soul, and I know that Mother and father see this as a youthful rebellion, and perhaps that is how it began. But is has become so much more. It has become my desire to live. To really live. I want to matter to this world. I want to be a person worth loving. And I want to choose who I love. I want to be free. I find I no longer care about frills or fancy. I want to feel, I want to matter. I don't care about the money the way father does. I feel that if he could see the world for what it really is he would see that none of it matters, his business, his money. Every material thing he has is worthless. Suddenly I realize we are the poorest people in this world."

~The Journal of Genna Oryn