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About Me—KiKi Walter
How Do You Solve a Problem Like Kristina?
Prologue
In another life, let’s say about 15 years back, I was part of the blogging wave that was popular at the time. I started my blog as a way to workshop my essays for traditional publishing—I didn’t really expect my dark humorist memoir style to take off as well as it did.
With some of life’s bumps and bruises over the years, I reached a point when I decided to take down my blog and stopped writing. Completely. The bruises were taking too much out of me; they were too painful. Also, as an essayist it made me feel even more vulnerable to what I was facing at the time.
It’s difficult to put down your pen when you’re a writer; how do you channel your thoughts and emotions when you aren’t writing? How do you communicate effectively to the world when you can’t form the words vocally the same way?
Luckily, writing is part of my day job. No…it isn’t the same. But I could effectively hit pause for a good amount of time and pretend it was OK. Even if I wasn’t feeding the person I truly am deep down.
Chapter 1: “A flibbertigibbet! A will-o’-the wisp! A clown!”
I was born a coal miner’s daughter.
