Reading #192

AME AND THE TANGY ENERGETIC

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katya author bio 2019

I am an Independent (author not party) from California. I write mostly creative nonfiction which I publish as literary fiction (as there is no immediate home for the former). My experiences on the streets of Chicago (1990’s) and Oakland (2000’s) and San Francisco inform the somewhat dark and outrageous stories I tell. The strangest story resides in my own DNA, which I am unraveling day by day. For kicks! I was born in the East on February 1, 1973. I was the original latchkey kid (eleven, going on old soul #12). Lucky, I grew up without a cell phone! All my life I was a dreamer and a scribbler, kicking rocks, drinking whiskey with milk. I made a pilgrimage to Faulkner’s home in Mississippi. In 2013 I finally got off my ass and self-published my first novel, Girl Without Borders, a love triangle gone bad in Chicago. Then I wrote a trilogy starring a girl with psychic powers who finds her identity within a strange family of outcasts. In 2015, I released both Grand Theft Life (Book#1) and Maze (Book#2) to zero fanfare. Neither my BA in Literature from Northwestern, nor my MA in Psychology could press me into the public imagination. Today I use my cats’ claws to draw blood! My preferred tools of the trade are Scrivener, coffee and a Chromebook. At night I morph into a social worker. You can read me and all my unextracted gems at http://www.katyamills.com. My latest publication was released in November 2018: Ame and the Tangy Energetic (Book#3).

Katya Mills

99 reviews

#99

Amazon Review of Girl Without Borders
5.0 out of 5 stars

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they stared at you
they stared at me
get lost! i thought
you said it

i wrote it
i typed it up

one day
i got up off a bar stool
liquid courage
and read it

in 1998
i believed
in you and you
in me

i moved
thousands of miles away
in 2003

i’m not broke
i realized
i’m broken

oxygen starved
the urban air

i don’t smoke
i thought
i’m choking…

doesn’t mean
i didn’t
care

typewriter.ten

I was a proud twenty and five and wasn’t gonna grieve some misspoken awkwardness in a common beehive. The world then was an accident before it got taped off, a natural intoxication, a Dionysian dream. How could I turn away? I wanted to be out on the streets and not miss a thing. Only when confronted by the sadness of financial insecurity in a large American city, would I submit myself to a nine to five, pushing papers like a mule. I was young and full of pride. I skipped down the sidewalk, afternoons away from work. Whatever I witnessed I either photographed or wrote down in my journals, then took home to type up — only that which had captured my heart.