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Katya Mills is an Independent author from New England. She writes fiction set in American cities at the turn of the millennium. Her characters are lovers, dreamers, loners, scribblers, and latchkey kids.

She/they can be found on Twitter aka Vitamin K: “former latchkey kid and #indieauthor of Grand Theft Life and other novels. #lgbTq nonbinary and #counselor. i hold out hope for anyone with a #mh diagnosis: you are not alone.”

Her preferred tools of the trade are coffee and a chromebook, and a cat’s claw if needed to draw blood. She has a predilection for creative freedom. At night she morphs into a social worker. You can find her work on Goodreads, WordPress, and @ katyamills.com.

reading #245

Ame and the Tangy Energetic by Katya Mills

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BOOK READING — GTL 1 31

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Grand Theft Life – a book reading 1 30

fiction. a reading

Reading Grand Theft Life Book 1 28

a reading from grand theft life

GTL 1.23.1 a reading

book reading

A book reading 1.22.3 Grand Theft Life

a book reading

GWB READING 2.13.2

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Grand Theft Life 1.21.2

how to find a pulse

Journal entry. may 18th. this morning i return to the manuscript, i return to my desk where i belong, to have another go at the trilogy, the daughter of darkness, a five year endeavor coinciding with a sea change in my life and lifestyle. i don’t know how this will work out, but hopefully by the end of the summer all these mornings strung together will produce a fresh and final paperback copy of the third book for you to sink your eyes in.

many of you have been on this adventure with me, and i thank you. i am hopeful and invigorated now, getting back to Ame and Bless and Freddy and Maze and Kell. part fiction, part story of my life, it’s really a tracking back into my spirit and heart. ┬ásome people like to ask where do fact and fantasy diverge? my curiosity lies elsewhere. i wanna live and play in the place where fact and fiction converge, and make a home for us there, you and me. the interplay of what i have experienced, with my imagination.

waking up fresh from dreams to a blue white morning light – rinsing my face with cool water – setting a prayer and intention – placing my fingertips on these keys – feeling the weight of the desk in my wrists – the earth in the soles of my feet… i am finding my pulse.