Friday, 29 October 2010


Whilst sitting in a cafe this afternoon I had a fantastic idea for a childrens horror story, the more I thought about it, the worse it got. I am now at a point where I have frightened myself so much I actually don't want to write it.
 I'm sure that children will love it, it reminds me of Hansel and Grettel which, to me, is the most horrible fairy tale that I have ever read. The thought of an evil witch decorating her house with sweets to entice children so she can cook them is just  frightening!

In this book, the old lady does indeed eat unsuspecting children but there's a purpose behind her hideous actions. I shall not give away the rest of the plot but will only say that this one really won't conclude in the way that you may suspect. I'd be watching out for pretty ladies with gloves on their hands if I were you.

I really will not be able to sleep tonight.

Sunday, 24 October 2010

Today I am writing about....

A boy who finds a phoenix. It's going well so far, not my usual type of book as this one is longer. I'll see how things go.

Saturday, 23 October 2010

Why have I not posted all of the books?

If you want to see the rest then get in touch. If by some miracle they are ever published then I'll direct you to a lovely book seller.

Fire on Bliss Farm

 It was very early in the morning on Bliss farm and all of the animals and birds were still asleep. They were all very tired. They worked hard all day ploughing the fields, grazing and laying eggs. It was normal for them to wake up well after the sun had risen.
 Daisy the duck was busy dreaming of food when she suddenly woke up. It was still very early and the sky was still black. She gave a yawn and stretched out her wings. ‘I‘ve woken up at a very silly time.’ She yawned, looking around. Everywhere was dark and peaceful. She had never been up this early before. She liked it as it was quiet. The rest of the animals were still asleep so it was as though she had the whole farmyard to herself. She sat and thought about what she could do for a while. She closed her eyes to try to go back to sleep but it didn’t help. There was only one thing left to do, she needed to get up.
 Daisy rose from her nest and looked around for something to eat. It was only then that she spotted a red glow rising into the sky over a field in the distance. Daisy gasped! ‘Oh no! the wheat field is on FIRE!’ she  began to scream

A Pigs Tale: Chapter 1

 Noel, Holly and Ivy had lived on Bliss farm for many years. Noel was the smallest pig of the litter, when all three were born he was the last one to enter the world and he was always pushed out of the way by his sisters. Noel was very lonely, he often felt like a spare part because he would spend a lot of time by himself. His sisters would do everything together and there was no place for him. He would sit and watch them play together, they would eat together and sleep in the same part of the sty; they were bigger, faster and knew a lot more then he did. He felt small, slow and useless compared to them.

It's alot easier to write then find an agent!

I've been playing with the idea of writing childrens books for a year or four. After being forced out of a rather crap job I decided to take writing alot more seriously so I did. Months later I have written more then a couple of childrens books but find it a very difficult vocation to step into. The feedback from family/friends and random people has been incredibly positive, they love my work, one even dreams about holding a copy of one of my books in her hands which is moving and slightly exciting at the same time.

 I write because I love to do it. I love the thrill of waking up at 3am because I have an idea and I've had more then plenty of those. I love it when I show someone what I have written and they ask for more. In an ideal world I would love to find an agent who loves my books just as much as I love to write them but I know that this is slim. I live with hope though. In the mean time I shall continue writing and hope that some day I will walk into Waterstones and see one of my books on the shelf which is picked up by a child, read a little, taken home and loved.