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The Increditable Kim Mutch Emerson, “Welcome”

 

 

 

It’s a sad time in my life when I don’t have time to read. I feel lonely and out of place; depressed and abandoned by my dearest friend, the Book. As sad as it is, that is where I find myself right now. I hold a full time job that zaps my emotional energy during the summer months and I run a full time business promoting authors and their books. Between these two full time positions I am working furiously on a novel of my own, so the closest thing to reading a book for me right now would be flipping through the pages of my dictionary.

 

Oh come on, you have to admit that can be pretty darn exciting. Just flip one open and see where you land. Today I flipped to “offroad”. Now that can be an adventure waiting to happen. What if you were traveling through the dessert and went offroad into the barren wasteland. What heart stopping escapade could be right around the next sand dune?

 

The next page I randomly picked had the entry “William Frederick Cody”; otherwise known as Buffalo Bill Cody. I didn’t know his real name was William Frederick. I think he made a wise decision when he changed it. I mean, can you imagine the bullying that would have gone on? I can see the other rough and tumble type calling out, “hey William Frederick, hold it right there or you’re dead where you sit.”

 

And now see, the sparks of my imagination begin to fly! What if Buffalo Bill was up yander in the hills above the silver mines of Nevada? What if he knew there were trouble a foot and he had his pistol drawn waiting to save the day? What if the bad guys in black hats were chasing Calamity Jane through the dark and narrow pass?

 

I guess I am not depressed after all. The dictionary is my friend.

 

 

I would like to introduce Kim Mutch Emerson!

 

Author, KD Emerson was born (or is that hatched) several years ago. We won’t go into how long it has been because she has this fantasy that she is still a teenager off to conquer the world. She has a passion for the written word and assisting other writers in becoming the best they can be. She also loves to promote others and cheer them on to victory. Follow her on twitter @MstrKoda or you can find her at www.masterkoda.com and on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/kimmutch.emerson

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Bullying

Being a bus driver for 10 years and working as a vocational assistant I have seen bullying up front and close.  It is a hard subject to talk about because so many personalities are involved.  I have found that kids tend to take things to far on a school bus.  Everyone is cramped and one feeds off the other.  Ignoring kids sometimes is a good way to go about something but alot of the times words work best.  I am appalled at what they did to the bus monitor. But i have been in the same boat many times as a bus driver.  Some tend to think we are lower class, can’t get a job anywhere else and bottom of the barrel.  This is so far from the truth it is silly to think some think just that.  Drivers have to have there wits about them and be able to multitask and watch kids in a tiny mirror and control them along with watching traffic, turning corners, watching cross walks, dogs, cats and bats sometimes.  I began writing stories when I was a driver.  I would sit at home and write a story about something a child would be upset about. Or a story how to relate to someone else when you do not understand where they are and why they are doing the things they do. If that made sense, I hope.  I wrote Bug in a Bottle because a child brought bugs in a jar to school to show her friends at show and tell.  Well they didn’t make it, she kept them in there too long.   So I told her, its fun to catch them but you have to let them go so they can home to there families too.  I read the story to her class later on that week and she understood more what to do by a simple story.  I wrote a story about a boy who was teased and so he learned a way to put his sorrows and the kids on the street learned of his secret and changed the outcome.  Stories play a big part for kids.  I wrote them just to help a few, but as the years went by, I believe I have helped many children through a simple moral stories written from my heart to my children and to the children in the classrooms.  Fudnickle Brown was written because a child was so silly in class and clumsily.  When the kids laughed at him, he took it so hard and began to hate his classmates and began to act up. So  I wrote the story to show him, the kids were laughing with him, and just because your different doesn’t mean you can’t fit in.  In the case in the book, Fudnickle Brown just needed to be in the right school.  He went to the wrong school, he may not of fit in but the children learn to love him and accept him and were sad when he left. Even tho you are different you don’t have to think you are wrong or strange, qualities come in many different ways.  I hope someday my stories will hep kids in school be more a friend then a teaser.  I think we all just want to be lov’d even the bullies.  I found to be true one girl was so mean she created her issues.  Saying sorry was out of the question until I had a talk with her and said, “Are you afraid to say you are sorry for teasing.”  She said, “Yes, its doesn’t matter I already made the mistake.”  My heart fell and my tears welled up in my eyes and I just smiled at  her and said, “I feel where you are I have been there myself.”  I said saying your sorry doesn’t always seem as if anyone hears you or notices, but they do.  If you work enough on changing and tell people that you want to be different. Every morning when you wake up, alone in the bathroom look in the mirror and say out loud to yourself.  “Good morning, I love you and think your a great person. I am pretty!”  When I did it for the first time I felt uncomfortable but as it goes you will find you have three friends for life. Me Myself and I!  I loved driving bus, when a child would climb up onto my bus and say, “Good morning Bus Driver” or tell me something exciting that happend that weekend, my eyes just sprinkled.  Children are our gifts from god and we should do everything in our power to explain how to be kind, understand others, share love.  Well I am done, just a thought for the day.  ❤ life!

LIfe

I just finished a book. Me a book.  My reading skills were about zero when I first became a mom.  After my kids were born I began learning life. 

What it was about, how to cope and what dreams can really consist of. I followed everyone that would have me, even if it was the wrong people. I just wanted to fit in.  I guess we all just want to fit in, I was lucky to have married a wonderful man who has the patience of a saint.  I had so many dreams I could not accomplish one of them on my own.  He slow’d me down and gave me the tools to learn how to be truly happy. My children gave me the patience to teach them exactly that.  I began writing stories to my girls because I had a hard time explaining things.  My confidence was close to nothing back then and so I began writing to my girls and in that moment I began to learn to read.  Hummm, I know I do things backwards but hey, I am doing it.  I am finally learning that everyone does not need to like me and if I don’t like someone it is okay too.  It is amazing how much love I had hidden inside me for so many years.  I held onto it as if it would disappear if I shared it in any way.  Through writing I not only helped my girls and school age children but myself too.  As I tell all my little friends, its okay to cry, to be sad, to want.  What is not okay is to hold it all inside thinking it will just fix itself.  Learning to love yourself can be very difficult if you had not felt it during childhood.  So as we are all adults, I think writers are the gateway to emotion, finding ones self, helping people grow.  I am so lucky to have been blessed with the ability to show my love in written words, may my lips have troubles conveying my thoughts and dreams on the spot , my words show me in sight.  There I find strength and compassion to keep moving on, to be the writer I sometimes am so afraid of and sometimes feel such strength.  Hot and cold,  makes the world in the eyes of a grain of sand called me in this wondrous world.

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