Well that poetry strategy, I've finished it. It makes small poems easy to generate- here's a small sample. Look at the way balloo...
No Bears Written by Meg McKinlay illustrated by Leila Rudge Walker books 978192152994 What can Meg McKinlay be doing calling a picture bo...
I've been busy, Grandma busy. What with swimming, toys, pictures and special treat food- (that orange blob in the photo is a mango!) a...
I was fortunate to work alongside Melina, Elizabeth Honey and Adele Walsh ( Program co-ordinator for the Centre for Youth Literature) as th...
The sun came out in patches after rain last night and there was a festive atmosphere at Trafalgar square- as well as a May Day rally. We w...
I've been to a local school- very special because it is in the area where I grew up and for some reason, the minute I drive into that ar...
We went with Rochelle to see the wholefoods shop, then explored a beautiful church and had lunch in the park attached to the church. We w...
Another drive out along picturesque green pastures, old stone buildings, narrow roads and hedge rows. We drove to the Lost gardens of Helig...
My big poetry collection- many many hours of work is out- and I can honestly say how proud I am of Walker and Mary (my editor) for producing...
I've had a few creative few weeks. One of the excitements has been my story "It's not your picnic Oscar' published in the ...
Monday, 31 March 2008
Look what I've made from the Softies book- sewing has the same buzz as poetry writing- some poems have a character and atmosphere that is satisfying, others are just scraps sewn together and maybe never finished.
I used to sew lots of soft toys when I was 17, 18 years old sewing scraps from the dress I'd make very week into another product. Now there is an avalanche of scraps waiting in cupboards, shelves, storage boxes, but my writing has waited longer.
Saturday, 22 March 2008
Well it's Easter time again and our town holds a book fair for charity. I've been going to this for years and most of my extensive book shelving groans with treasured items. The sections I go to are- chidrens' books, poetry, cooking, craft, then novels.
What did I find yesterday?
This type of book I remember fondly from my childhood.
Then I found this one for my grandaughter.
Does nostalgia drive our own stories, our own writing?
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Although the temperature hasn't dropped below 35 for days- cleaning up seems to crop up- I have become a hoarder- I love books and nick knacks and material- but don't like those small plastic containers that get put into out of way places and never seem to have the lid that matches. So this week I emptied out the drawers with the ceiling fan going and sorted and got ruthless.
It's that farming philosophy of it might come in handy- the hand- me down, save money philosophy. This is more an explanation for my kids than for me. But I do realise that things have to change- that possessions need to diminish.
So let me declare the war on clutter has begun- maybe the decluttering( what an impersonal title for goods so lavishly sought) will free up more time for writing.