A perfect ending to a long, busy, very satisfying week.
Teaching a course is always half exciting, half nerve-wracking. Teaching a course hoping to inspire a bunch of seriously down-on-their-luck kids who came to our local YMCA for help was more than nerve-wracking.
When you try to show someone that not everyone is against them, that they have the potential to take charge of their lives regardless of how many times they’ve been told that they’re useless scum… then the stakes go up to a level hard to contemplate. At least in my head.
I’d been fretting ever since we’d been offered this chance a few weeks ago that we’d be unable to reach the kids, that they were too put off looking for help, let alone trusting anyone enough to accept it.
Realising how wrong I was… man, that was sweet!
As sweet as talking manga and bonding over a shared Kakashi-obsession with one of the boys. With seeing smiles and watching the students getting stuck into the exercises we’d designed with genuine enthusiasm. With being asked at the end whether the next lesson would be the following week. Or being asked to put together a six-week course.
And then to meet – the very next day – an inspirational lady working with troubled teens…. I’m going to start believing in karma if this keeps up!
We clicked immediately, not surprising seeing that she values choices and chances and the potential we all carry within us as much as I do. And while it’s tricky for an introvert to make small talk, it’s also incredibly easy to talk about something that you feel strongly about. At length. Which we’ll do. Because some meetings – and the things that could grow from them – should not be left to chance.
By Friday morning I was all ready for my day off watching tight-butted, lycra-clad hunks battle for glory on an indoor race track… but fate had an extra treat in store for me.
I’ll never tire of the emails from Dreamspinner Press’ Editor-in-Chief titled CONTRACT OFFER. This is my third one and while I probably woke the village squealing the first time around, the other two have been quieter affairs, though no less joyful.
House Hunt, the third Jack Horwood story, got the go-ahead and will be out in March / April next year. And I can’t think of a better way to celebrate my vigilante hacker, pimp hunter and all-round hedgehog with enough compassion to float the Titanic than by inspiring other kids to follow in his footsteps. (Law bending and pimp hunting optional.)
The racing that night was excellent. The company was even better. And the following day saw my husband, who often sanity checks my plots without being aware of it, come up with some truly epic ideas for Jack’s next crusade, Swings & Roundabouts, and another, supernaturally-flavoured, story I’m working on.
I couldn’t have asked for a better week. And now that the clocks have changed and my brain is once more in sync with nature… everything is alright with the world.