This one isn’t so much a blog post really, it’s more an announcement following some comments from a few sharp-eyed readers on the previous post!
It's time to come clean... there’s another reason why things have been quieter on the blog front over recent months, and why there aren’t as many shows coming up… Just before the summer I started discussions with a publisher about writing a book.
After a couple of months of sleepless nights trying to decide if it was the right decision and how to go about it, I’m pleased to tell you that it’s happening. I’m going to be an author, mum! And without giving too much away, your grandson is too!
So, some sharp-eyed readers spotted the book in the pre-sale section of Waterstones and Amazon– I genuinely didn’t know it was there and it terrified the life out of me, not least because I haven’t even finished it yet… All I can tell you at the moment is that it will be called ‘My Son’s Not Rainman’, it will be the story of our life. I’ve signed a deal with a publisher, I have a deadline, and I’m trying to be grown up and not do all my homework on the evening before I have to hand it in.
This bit is going to sound flippant and I really don’t want it to. None of this would have happened without each and every one of you reading the blog. Publishing deals are notoriously difficult to come by at the moment, I know that, and without having so many people following our story, the book wouldn’t be happening. I’ve mentioned before the struggle I’ve had in terms of sharing our story and infringing on The Boy’s privacy, but I maintain that our lives are infinitely better as a result of doing so. We have both made friendships through this blog, and The Boy has been met with more compassion and understanding than he’s been shown at any point in his life. Every message, comment, facebook like – it’s just another reminder of what an incredible boy I have, and what a lucky father I am.
So, some of you may well be asking what happens with the blog? Will it be disappearing behind a paywall at some point in the future? No, it won’t. This blog will remain free to access for as long as people keep coming here to read it and for as long as The Boy is comfortable with that. I’m happy to keep writing, however it does feel the time to stop is probably next year when he turns thirteen. He’s a teenager then, it’s no longer my story to tell, it’s his. Maybe in the future he’ll come back and tell his own story (he won’t!), but that will be his choice.
I normally just write the blog at home, but I decided that now I’m going to be a proper author and all that I’ve got to step it up a gear. So, I’ve come away on my own to write for a couple of days. I had a vision of Agatha Christie sitting in a small bar of a secluded inn on a deserted sea front, the log fire her only companion with a hot toddy on the table next to her writing pad, endless thoughts and ideas effortlessly spilling out onto the page…
And so I find myself in a Wetherspoons in Norfolk on a Sunday morning with the rest of life’s winners, on my fourth pen from the pack of fifteen from Poundland with the lights of the fruit machine dancing across the sticky table. It is 9.52am and I have been asked if I smoke four times, three of them by the same man. But the big question is this… Did Agatha go for the plain burger to go with her pint of Fosters, or did she spend an extra £1.29 for the cheese and bacon? Some things we’ll never know…
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.