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.
It’s ok to be in the dark
I went to Letters Live in March, an annual event series to celebrate remarkable letters that deserve to be heard. Benedict Cumberbatch and friends lent their voices. I was aware of the basic concept of the event but nonetheless found myself feeling unnerved without an order of events. At ten minutes in during the first piece of music, yes music, I reprimanded myself at being so boring in always wanting a heads up on proceedings. I relaxed my shoulders and let the show unfold in whatever way it wanted to. By the end I was convinced it was one of the best things I’d been to in a long time. I’d actually relished the unknown and how it made me feel: alive. (more…)
There once was a girl who lived in her dreams, forgetting the world around her, believing only in make believe. It was never lonely and always fun, but as she grew older she discovered she’d been missing out on the world she’d shunned. Opening her eyes she saw people were all around, she was inspired by them, learned from them, grew strength from their love. The girl’s life is now technicolour and her dreams have become real, she writes about the world around her and how it can make you feel.