I am not a blogger. Well, I suppose now I am now. I never thought I would venture into the realm of blogdom, I was afraid it would become more a blahg than a blog, but it matters not what I once thought because here I am. Blogging. I am a blogger.
I’ve always been a writer, I’ve never been much of a sharer though. Most of my writing was kept hidden away in journals and notebooks, tucked safely away where no one could see them but me. I attained Internet access for the first time in 1997, one of the first things I found was an AOL site called the Amazing Instant Novelist. I was in word geek heaven.
Before long, I was asked to join the ranks as a community leader, I went from Qwietpleez to NOVLqwiet and got comfortable. I was able to write, read, critique, and mentor any time, day or night, and I relished my cozy little niche there until the site closed down a few years later. I still miss it.
I ran my own writing group for a spell on CafeMom, at the time I was an admin for a large Autism support group also based at CafeMom, my writing took second place to the needs of the Autism group, that was where my heart needed to be.
I have four absolutely amazing children, my oldest boys, now 28 and 30 are autistic. The younger of the two is Bipolar as well. My daughter is now 27 a Mrs., and my baby is 22 Over the past few years I neglected my writing. I wrote articles on health and beauty, parenting, and other such things to share with the world. I don’t think I truly considered that writing though, I was risking nothing by accepting measly assignments with limited word counts, one day I realized I was gaining nothing as well.
So, here I am. Nice to meet you. I am probably over sharing and rambling, I sometimes do that, once I start writing I tend to keep writing. I don’t know how to keep things short and sweet, which was often my problem with writing for various online sources, there is only so much you can do with a 300 to 500 word count limit.
The basics – I married my high school sweetheart, we have four kids, three dogs, a snake and a tarantula. I deal with the daily ups and downs of diabetes and fibromyalgia. I fall somewhere on the spectrum myself, life in our home is never dull . . . or quiet. My daughter married and moved on, the boys, or I suppose I should say men, are still home.
Our kids still call us Mommy and Daddy, we call each other Mommy and Daddy, it’s awkward in public when there aren’t little kids around, but it’s what we’re used to. My mom is my best friend, I love the Lord with all of my heart, I can get overwhelmed and crazy sometimes, I have a rather warped sense of humor, I like to call myself misanthropic but I don’t really hate people, I just don’t care much for the majority of them.
I write about life, love, faith and autism. Slice of life kind of stuff. My dream was to write for children but I kind of sucked at it. I’m open, honest and politely opinionated. I drink too much coffee, I have tattoos and I am a strong supporter of the Oxford Comma. Oh, I tend to overuse commas at times. I do not believe in hashtags, they are called octothorpes, I love ampersands, reading, and sleeping. I hoard books and journals and pens, but I can never find anything to write with.
Alright, enough. If you’ve read this far, I thank you. I do hope you decide to stay for a while and read a bit, come back often, follow, like – I’m still trying to figure it all out . . .
Crystal R. Cook
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