Something special happened this week, a dream of mine came true. My friend, fellow critique grouper and hugely talented author illustrator James Hutchons, surprised me with an illustrated spread inspired by the first picture book text I ever shared with him. I was, and still am, very excited about it. This is the first time I’ve seen one of my stories illustrated.
I’ve drafted so many versions of my Sausage Dog Stories, all incomplete, but I can’t and won’t shake the concept. At least this little poem remains true to all of the incarnations. In the meantime I think I might just be getting to the heart of what I want these stories to be, watch this space.
Wolfy & B
Wolf and Bear; an inseparable pair.
One smooth haired, one wire haired,
Both short legged, without a care. (more…)
What business does a writer have at the London Book Fair? None. A better question might be how relevant are writers at the London Book Fair? Very. This goes for illustrators too.
As one of the authors of the day Tracy Chevalier put it, “it’s nice to have that layer of fairy dust, that is the novelists, sprinkled all over the book fair.” She’s talking about the big names, but I think this encompasses all creatives. We’re not expected to do anything, other than keep creating.
This is an extract from an old submission I sent in for a writing course. It’s part of the opening chapter for a middle grade (eight to twelve year olds) novel called “Crinkly Wood”. I’m not convinced it’s suited to middle grade, and it’s seriously first draft, unedited material but I enjoy re-reading past work I’ve not picked up for a while. Sometimes it’s like reading something you’ve never read before and you wonder if it was you that even wrote it!
Everyone assumed I’d move out of our Wood Drive house, but Mrs Townsend and I had lived at number four for over forty years, leaving would be to remove the final traces or her and our life. So I stayed put and my dearest is never far from sight as I go about my daily routines. (more…)