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Saturday, January 24, 2004
Tonight is one of those odd moments in a writer's life. I've just emailed a final, revised draft off to my editor. That story's gone, left home, been sent on its way. It's a strange feeling!
That thing that's kept me awake at nights, niggling me, getting itself into boring tangles has smoothed itself out (I hope) and can now go off on its own.
That's not quite true. It will be meeting up with a wonderful Dutch illustrator, Philip Hopman, quite soon, I hope.
So now, tonight, I have no-one to play with. I'm too tired to get out some new characters. Davey, big brother Trevick and little Tigg are off and away. Bit sad really.
Enough! A new story starts tomorrow!
But an odd thing I must mention. I got a copy of an anthology of excuse poems through the post recently. I'd sent in my poem so long ago I couldn't remeber what it was.
So I open the book (The Dog Ate My Buspass, compiled by Nick Toczek and Andrew Fusek Peters, Macmillan) and find my poem. There it is. Second one in. "The Astronauts Apology" AND THAT VERY DAY GEORGE BUSH DECIDES HE'S GOING TO PUT A MAN ON THE MOON AGAIN! Wierd or what?
Goodnight!
That thing that's kept me awake at nights, niggling me, getting itself into boring tangles has smoothed itself out (I hope) and can now go off on its own.
That's not quite true. It will be meeting up with a wonderful Dutch illustrator, Philip Hopman, quite soon, I hope.
So now, tonight, I have no-one to play with. I'm too tired to get out some new characters. Davey, big brother Trevick and little Tigg are off and away. Bit sad really.
Enough! A new story starts tomorrow!
But an odd thing I must mention. I got a copy of an anthology of excuse poems through the post recently. I'd sent in my poem so long ago I couldn't remeber what it was.
So I open the book (The Dog Ate My Buspass, compiled by Nick Toczek and Andrew Fusek Peters, Macmillan) and find my poem. There it is. Second one in. "The Astronauts Apology" AND THAT VERY DAY GEORGE BUSH DECIDES HE'S GOING TO PUT A MAN ON THE MOON AGAIN! Wierd or what?
Goodnight!
Hello there. I'm Penny Dolan, and I'm a children's author, and this is my first posting.So I am as new to my weblog as you are!
What are my Penny's Pages for, then? Mostly for odd thoughts on my writing life and the books I read. Small time stuff, really. If you're after high-flying accounts of Rowling gold, or megadeals or film script fantasies, this is not the place to be!
However, if you fancy reading random mutterings and mumblings, as I wander between stories and schools visits and so on, glad to meet you!
NB. I have a fondness for the exclamation mark. This isn't cool, or literary, or something to copy as a style. But, hey, sometimes I just can't help it!!!
What are my Penny's Pages for, then? Mostly for odd thoughts on my writing life and the books I read. Small time stuff, really. If you're after high-flying accounts of Rowling gold, or megadeals or film script fantasies, this is not the place to be!
However, if you fancy reading random mutterings and mumblings, as I wander between stories and schools visits and so on, glad to meet you!
NB. I have a fondness for the exclamation mark. This isn't cool, or literary, or something to copy as a style. But, hey, sometimes I just can't help it!!!