The Fault Is Not Mine

I’ve been circling back to this idea for a while now, and I think I’m finally just going to… start.

Hi. It’s Kitty. (If you’ve ever called me Katherine, no you didn’t.)

I’ve been fannish my whole life, really—tennis first, always, and then books, and then somehow ending up emotionally entangled with The Vampire Chronicles at a frankly formative age. That part isn’t new.

What *is* new is being properly online about it. Actually posting, actually talking to people, actually letting myself exist in fandom spaces instead of just hovering at the edges. That’s only really been the last couple of years. I’m still getting used to it, if I’m honest.

And I think that’s what this space is going to be.

Not just books. Not just tennis. Not just fandom. All of it, a little bit at a time. The things I’m loving, the things I’m thinking about, the things I can’t quite shake. Recs, rambles, small moments, probably too many feelings about matches I should have emotionally prepared for and didn’t.

I don’t want this to feel like I have to be an expert in anything. I’ve been around the sport a long time, I’ve read a lot of books, I’ve loved things very deeply—but that doesn’t mean I know everything, and honestly I don’t want to act like I do. I just want to enjoy things. And talk about them. And maybe find other people who enjoy them too.

I’d like this to be a bit more… open, I think. More conversational. I want to interact more, recommend things, find new people, be a little braver about saying hello instead of just quietly observing from the sidelines.

So if you’re here for tennis, or books, or fanworks, or just the general chaos of someone in her 50s still getting deeply invested in things—welcome. Pull up a chair. Stay a while.

I’m very glad you’re here. 💜