Hi. I’m Lady Nym (actually, I’m not but I try to keep this blog relatively anonymous so you can call me Nym).
Once upon a time I wanted to be a writer.
Well, actually, when I was really little I wanted to live in a thatched cottage in the woods and be an artist during the week, a gladiator on Saturdays (from the Saturday night entertainment show, not the ancient Greek kind) and a vet for wild animals on a Sunday.
However, given I’m not very good at drawing or painting; I despise all forms of exercise; and I’m not sure how the injured, wild animals were going to find me…I decided against that otherwise excellent career path and moved on to something I could actually do: acting. Buuut…I didn’t get in to any drama schools (the fact I put the wrong postage on the application forms so didn’t even manage to audition for half of them is neither here nor there) so I did a degree in English Literature instead because I’ve always loved reading so why not? I did my dissertation in the form of a piece of creative writing and decided to write a novel.
I actually finished said novel (nobody was more surprised by this turn of events than I). Then, the Wolf and I married and I fell pregnant. Immediately (the women in my family are super fertile and sneezing in our general vicinity would probably do the job). Finding a literary agent and writing in general was put on hold whilst I threw up what felt like continuously for nine months.
I had the baby – Tiny Tyger – and he was…difficult and different. I spent a long time thinking I was doing something wrong until I finally realised what was going on: Tyger has autism. At the age of three he now has an official diagnosis.
Tyger has a younger brother, ‘Baby Bear’ (though, he hasn’t technically been a baby for a while now). I suspect Bear, too, is on the autistic spectrum but he’s still very young for a diagnosis so we’re ‘waiting and seeing’ for now.
It has become evident I may also have ASD so you might find a rather high number of posts cover the subject of autism. Between the two cubs, I’m kept pretty busy but blog posts are short enough that I can just about manage one a week so, for the time being, I get my writing fix here. I don’t go out (I don’t even drive!) and have no paid job so I write about what I experience: Tyger and Bear…and autism…and depression…and anything else that happens to crop up.
I hope you like it.