The "Kit Chronicles"
These Kit chronicles keep me moving, going, and trotting along. I have yet to find my voice for social media, and as I watch some of these YOUNG influencers, who are so out of touch with reality and what the real working class looks like; I am over here working 6 days a week, hands on, dealing with people in real time and I can barely keep my head above water.
I am baffled by the behind-the-scenes and makeovers of houses, OOTD, travels, and cosmetic tutorials. Delulu has never been more present with this bunch. Ex: a gal I stumbled upon, Hattie, lives in a rent-stabilized 1930, 2000 sq ft high-rise apt in New York City. It was her childhood home that her parents gave her!!!! She has completely renovated the place with her newfound carpenter boyfriend. {Hey, great for her. A man who PARTICIPATES.} In addition to, they recently just bought an upper New York vintage farmhouse on IDK m-a-n-y acres. A 3200 sq ft house with several outbuildings, a barn, and a chicken coup. {really yay for her} Although, as she is bragging on how lucky they were to happenstance upon this gem, I am thinking to myself, what the hell does she do to EARN an income to be able to acquire such and live this type of life. So like any good follower, I reached out to her. In a post, while she is going on and on about renovations, I flat ask her, What do you do for a living? She responded, "CONTENT CREATOR." I could not help but to be angry. (Do not for one moment get this twisted with jealousy or even envy. Although that barn situation has me in a fury.) While most of the country is scrounging to stay afloat, this YOUNG woman has the audacity, like too many other content creators, to flaunt with no regard to others who are not even close to making ends meet. [New York, we have a huge issue here!] The entitled and pretentious have taken over. It very much reminds me, in a not the same way but kinda the same, YOU DO NOT EAT IN FRONT OF OTHERS, if there is not enough to go around! Thank you, Gram, for that lesson.
In previous years, I laughed when I was told, You are just looking for attention. You are so into yourself~ When I was promoting my art enrichment classes and speaking on life coaching matters...BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I STUDIED!!! Even when I was selling my art and merchandise, I would mention out loud in a sales pitch what I was offering to be purchased. #sales The chick above has nothing to sell, nothing to promote, and is not even doing any of the carpentry work herself, showing off AN ABILITY to be hands-on. Baffled, clearly I am missing something here. To boot, there is really no storytelling other than look what I have. Let me show you around.
This I will say, setting up a camera, finding dialogue and editing does play a factor but if you are so delusional about the economy and the working class, YOU as a content creator has failed! You are not inspiring, and you are offering a sense of false hope to others who are actually working at their craft, trying to make a living. We as a society need a real hands-on trade content creator that builds and fosters a community that actually works, benefiting others. I am baffled!
A show in the making: I will give you a glimpse into what I saw in my head and how we were to work together when I was with my person. ( I will forever call him my person, whether we are together are not. Some people stay engraved in your life, lifetimes over and over. Whether present or not. That is a story for another time.) Anyway, we briefly talked about RV traveling. I was for it!!!! Dogs, fishing equipment, camping gear, in tow, and his ability to survive in the "wild" in case of emergency. I am always promoting some coffee brand or a food product, it is easy money, we both liked to cook, but differently. He is a master at grilling, and I, always needing the latest and greatest kitchen gadget, I was putting together this on the road, How to and show and tell, this life cooking, fishing, and camping. The "You need to know what to expect and how to avoid the pitfalls of." Although he would have been mostly behind the scenes, with an occasional appearance. It would have been the products we're promoting and THE TEACHING to inform others. It could have been entertaining over what to expect when RV traveling with someone with NO PATIENCE. {ever seen a couple fighting over how to back one of those things in? Yeah, not pretty.} Only for us to return to daily life on the farm. While he went on to teach water system engineering, doing work for companies that would need him to consult. #earnaliving While life on the farm would have me doing the farm chores, ya know, all that egg gathering and horse rearing as I created my paintings to instruct. #earn #teach #makealiving #sales
So now you ask, how would you have made money on the road? Good question! The products we would have used, for example, the coffee or food items, have links to purchase. The equipment is sponsored through the dealer or affiliate marketing, also selling whatever other products on hand are available to be purchase. It is nothing to purchase wholesale and then sell... resale. Trust me when a person is filming in a group public setting, it draws attention! The more you talk to people and the more they see who you are and what you are about...#KitrynMarie Telling a story in real time, allowing others to LEARN! You earn! ... You also get followers in real time that want to know where on social media they can find you! Now that is the CONTENT CREATING people need! It is real!
As I continue to find my voice and shift gears into a speed unknown to anyone right now, I am continuing with the restaurant pivot, reluctantly! I have never been so disillusioned by the public and their lack of manners and their needy behaviors, only to be ran like a dog, then left with less than a bone. It is a skill I am ready to leave behind. As I said to both of my managers yesterday, "Do not or I will walk out! You both now know my facial expressions and refuse to hide what I am thinking." In unison, they said, "NO, we will not let you leave!" I laughed.
In other creative news, I will chime in, When He Had Her is complete. All 12 chapters are being edited and fine tooth combed for submission. It is the only thing that is making me feel a sense of joy. Seaside Shore will be next to complete.
Here is a sneak peek, Seaside Shore
The long stretch of road ahead gave Jess too much time to think. The hum of the tires on pavement faded into the background as memories drifted in. Her father’s illness had come on like a storm—quick, cruel, and without mercy. Liver cancer. A drinker up until his 50s, a heavy smoker long before that. A man larger than life who refused to tend to the very body that carried all his fire. Watching him fade was like watching a man drown while she stood helpless on the shore, screaming without sound, unable to pull him back.
His decision to leave the Midwest and settle in Seaside Shore was his final rebellion, a last-ditch effort to outrun the ghosts. Start over. Clean slate. But even the salt air couldn’t wash away what was already embedded in his bones. He went chasing peace, and maybe he found it for a while—until the cost came due. Jess hadn’t even realized how deep that debt ran until it was her name on the deed and her hands gripping the wheel toward the place he left behind.
With his eldest rooted in Bangor, trying to build something real, and his youngest off chasing dreams down winding musical roads or another husband, he found the ocean calling louder than anything else. And now, Jess was the one answering. There was a hole in her heart where her father used to be, and a set of keys to a resort that looked more like a burden than a blessing. Still, come hell or high tides, she would try. Because maybe, just maybe, the legacy he left behind was worth the fight. Because now, that legacy wasn’t just his escape — it was her beginning, reshaped by her own vision, steadied by grit, and softened by memory.
And there ya have it! #writer #artist #visionary I really need an agent, literary or other kind! #forhire #contentcreator
Fate Turns on A Dime... do not ever underestimate me
Kitryn Marie
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