How did I get here? I sometimes wonder.
My introduction to books was my grandmother reading to me at bedtime. My grandparents were literary people. My grandmother was a Special Education Teacher and my grandfather was a minister. They basically raised me which meant I was surrounded by books when I was at their house. If you inhaled you smelled paper and good cooking.
As I grew, books became my way to escape the not so happy landscape I survived in. Then, I learned to tell my own stories, as my imagination grew. Life grew stranger because what I wasn’t telling anyone was that my grandparent’s house was haunted. As were several of the rental places where I lived with my mother.
Looking back on it now, I can see how it influenced me. I’m a practicing witch. Discovered I’m psychic. People say they believe in coincidence, but I call it fate. All the dominoes falling along my path over the years have guided me down this strange path I call my life. This includes all the writing friends- some I have lost and others I have gained.
I am a huge introvert and if you get me in public setting, I do my best. Most people don’t notice me, but I notice you.
Life is strange. We all have our journeys and hardships. It’s wonderful when like minds join us and we can connect and they match your strange and weird. Which is why I am grateful for the friends who support my oddness and all that comes with it.
So if you are a little strange and find you don’t know where to fit. Come on over to my corner of the world. I’m happy to chat about weirdness, writing, witchery, or whatever.
You can find Crymsyn here.