2016 Blog of January!

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Happy New Year!

And welcome if you have discovered my blog for the first time. It is a very casual mix as described in the heading, of all things I love: Life, wildlife, and booklife!

I am a children/ young adults author, and am currently working on a non-fantasy fiction with an ecological theme and plenty of fireworks! For news of my latest novel release please keep an eye out here, or on my Facebook Page.


There are tabs for reviews, novel blurbs and all you may desire from my home page. I hope you enjoy browsing. As to this blog, well, once a month I sit down and post a little something here. There is so much noise online, I think this is enough for me, and hopefully for my followers. Please take a look at those I follow – there are some wonderful creative and spiritual inspirations amongst them.

Once a week I post a quotation – each with its own different emphasis.

I hope they raise a Friday smile, or dream, to cheer your week-end. Today is Friday so I am posting my monthly blog and quote on the same day – let’s see what happens! Please feel free to comment on the quotes…

See you in February, I’m off to the Treetops!


TUESDAY THESAURUS – Chorleywood Indie Fair


I am escaping! My favourite thing – off to have some fun with other authors, and have a lovely afternoon chatting of books and men!

Actually, it’s not till November, but I had to mention it now – Felicity, Reuben and I are going along, and I may even bring them out of Toxics to life, for a moment.

Meanwhile, in order to prepare for that, we are going to practice meeting our readers -I may even share with you my early experiences of reading aloud to my victims – something I have successfully avoided doing since school days :)

I would love to hear how it went for you, if you found yourself, as a new indie author – holding your book in your hands, and speaking those words aloud for the very first time!


Chorleywood Indie Fair



As I am an author, and write for children and young adults, perhaps it is time I wrote a post on children’s literature!

But as I try to keep Tuesday Thesaurus a snippet we will not discuss the changing landscape of children’s literature from its early beginnings in the 1800’s – helped by the advent of the printing press, and cheaper, more widely available literature in Great Britain.

Although it is a fascinating topic, especially as we are now in a new revolution of the digital age.

Sitting on a train by a pink and blue i-padded pair with an accumulative age of approximately seven and three-quarters,  it was fascinating to watch the interaction of their chubby hands with the fast-changing, squeaking and bleeping reading screens in front of them.

My children had the early interactive books, but the ipad toddler has apps.

Speaking with another author, about creating a book app was absolutely fascinating. This idea seems an obvious progression from the fuzzy lumps, squeaky, lighting-up books with flaps and questions for the 1980/90’s toddler.

Meanwhile, I continue to write for their elder brother and sisters, but hold on – where has Ferdinand Fox gone?!

Ferdinand Fox Book App


Tuesday Thesaurus – In honour of our children


‘Love is hard to do to people you don’t particularly like.’

Children – they are our future, and our past.

They remind us of how to behave.

They help us see the truth.

They live with all their heart and mind.

They have no veils.

‘I feel very sad for children left alone in war an I would like to love them but they never put their names in the paper,’

How many of us waste time trying to learn something that we once knew, all by ourselves?

How many of us are blind to the power of a child?

‘I love everybody and everything even ants, god made ants to be loved not trodden on.’

(With thanks to ‘God Bless Love’ Newman 1979)


*News flash! You are invited to join me at The Alliterative Allomorph  – Tomorrow: Feb 5th – where I am popping for a short post…!*


Today I thought I would not talk at all.

No pretty photo.

No blog.

Just an invitation for you to air your wonderful, imaginative procrastination techniques.

I have many, but that would count as talking.

So – what do you do, dear author friend, to avoid writing when the words – plot – characters simply won’t behave?!

Answers on a post card below: (Or leave a comment if your pen won’t work ;) )


TUESDAY THESAURUS – A Story for the little ones on Christmas Eve

Snow horizonHere is a little story about a tiny white dog, Arthur, who loves walking in the fields in spite of his size. I hope you find time to sit and read it to your little one, in the hope they may calm for a moment on this very exciting day.



Arthur is looking out of the window. There is a tiny bird sitting on a branch, and the wind is blowing the scratchy branch from side-to-side. Its thorns scratch the window pane. ‘Skreeek.’Fluffing up and keeping warm

Arthur does not like the sound. He is waiting. His red lead sits on the table, but his friend has disappeared. Arthur sits down. He sighs. Cocking his head to the side he listens. He can hear the kitchen clock ticking.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

He shuts his eyes, and lies down. The stone floor is cold on his tummy. Then he hears footsteps coming down the stairs.

‘Arthur!’ calls his friend. He jumps up. ‘Walkies!’

‘Woof!’ he replies, ‘Woof! Woof!’ and his little tail curls up over his back.

Outside the wind is blowing hard. The fields are brown and muddy, and the leaves fly about.autumn green

Red berries and shiny brown conkers are scattered along the track. Arthur runs in circles, sniffing the earth.

‘Mud!’ he thinks. ‘Berries and mud,’ he thinks. ‘Berries and mud and something very smelly.’ he thinks.

He stops.

‘Arthur, LEAVE!’ says his friend. But he is not listening. The smelly thing smells very, very interesting.

‘Leave!’ says his friend, again. Arthur looks up at her. She looks straight at him. Then she looks further up the track, over his head,

‘Look, Arthur!’ she says.

Arthur looks. He sees a huge grey dog. The big grey dog is walking away. Its tail is very long and silky. There is a man sitting on top of it.

‘Woof!’ says Arthur. ‘Woof-woof-woof-woof-woof!’ he begins to shriek. The man turns round to look. The big dog stops walking. It puts its head down, and snorts loudly.

‘Snoooort!’ it says.

‘What a handsome horse,’ says his friend, looking at the man. The dog-horse canters away.

Clippety-clop, clippety-clop. Its hooves thud on the dusty path.

Arthur looks back down at the smelly pile, on the earth. He sniffs it, again.

‘Oh. Horse,’ he thinks.

‘Come on Arthur,’ calls his friend, and Arthur trots happily on into the hazy horizon, full of adventures, strange creatures, and wonderful new smells.arthur in the windThe End.