CHAPTER 1 WINDY GROWLING, SCOWLING AND MONSTERACIOUS HOWLING There was a deep growl carried on the wind. It wound through the trees and blew from the forest. Ben, a stringy scruff of a boy, stopped riding his bike around the garden and paused. ‘Did you hear that Jen?’ Ben asked half whispering. He glanced over … More The Monsters’ Dance CHAPTER 1
Well it seems that sharing my Children’s books on my blog for free is the best way I can contribute during this strange time… enjoy… … More So How Can I Contribute?
What have a wave machine in the back garden, an inflatable flamingo and a unicorn got in common? Splishy Sploshies? … More Tingle Dingle and The Curse of The Splishy Sploshies – CHAPTER 3
There is a certain amount of time in the day and one has to balance full time work, laughing at one’s own jokes, writing books, hanging out with friends and doing hot and aerial yoga. As an author it is expected that you keep a blog even if your books are selling anyway… I know! … More Bologna Bookfair Build Up
When you sing a Pong Song at the top of your lungs! … More What Must The Neighbours Think?
When people ask me about my alone trips so many people say ‘oh I couldn’t do that…’ Or ‘I wish I could do that.’ Or ‘I couldn’t be alone that long… I would get lonely.’ THAT IS WHERE THEY GO WRONG! … More 7 Reasons Why Travelling Alone Can Be Bliss.
Being kept awake by young amorous couples testing the limits of the upper bunk to a squeaky rhythm, that could likened to a drum and base mouse, strangely never appealed either…
What do you imagine the sound of paradise to be like?
Well be surprised by the reality contained in this blog. … More The Sound of Paradise
There were a group of ladies who could imitate all kinds of animals and were particularly good at warbling… Amazing imagine sitting watching three seventy year olds warble at the top of their lungs and then break into walrus mating calls. … More CRUISE SHIP CREATURES – THE TALENT FOR THE NOT SO TALENTED SHOW
Olivia paused mid-sketch; its eyes weren’t human. What does that mean? She chewed her pencil and attempted to retrace the previous events. What had happened before she woke up? When had she been beaten? Why couldn’t she remember? … More RETINA BLUE
