So I had planned on publishing the 6th (official) *Space story, SLAVE SPACE, in November, but I had a bunch of very pushy characters show up with a whole new story pretty much ready to go and demand that it be written immediately.
I gave in, just so they would give me some peace. That story, WITCH’S PET, is out at the editor, and I’ve finally started SLAVE SPACE.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I’m grateful for pushy people… (mostly the ones in my head!) I’m truly blessed to have a wonderful family, long-time friends, a challenging Real Job (TM), amazing co-workers, a beginning writing career, and too many hobbies to count.
May the holidays bring you joy, and if they don’t… I’m only a phone call away and happy to listen.
I should not jump up and scream gleefully when my twelve year old comes home and admits to stealing something and then lying about it, so let me explain.
Quin is an Aspergers guy which means he’s high-functioning autistic: plenty of brains but no empathy. At all. We’ve battled for years with his inability to express his feelings or to recognize feelings in others. Recently, from my point of view, it seems that no one else is quite real to Quin: that no one else is as smart or important as he is so they don’t count as people.
Yesterday when he came home in tears and said that he felt bad for lying to the principal and needed to go back to school to tell the truth, I admit I wiped tears from my eyes. My sweet boy really is in there under that tween shell of angst. He felt bad for lying and on his own decided he needed to make it right. There is a hopeful, tiny little light at the end of my giant tunnel of frustration!
At his request, I went with him to support him and I let the principal know that this is a huge step for Quin, in admitting his feelings, having a more community-minded perspective and then taking steps to make amends. He and the vice principal agreed on school consequences. Then he and I talked about different ways to handle a similar incident in the future. I told my son that I’m proud of him that he was courageous enough to face up to his mistakes and trusted me enough to help him.
And for one brief, shining moment, I feel like a good parent!