This is the quiet corner of my website.

I remember as a child snuggling into a beanbag in front of my bedroom radiator with a good chapter book, and being lost in the pages. Transported to another world. I believe there can be a moment like that for every child, given the opportunity, and in finding the right book for them. Children are full of imagination and wonder, but by around age 6 or 7 years, they’re ready for something a little deeper, and longer. A story they can step into, return to, and grow alongside. T

I hope you have enjoyed the illustration process over the past weeks and watching Faith and Harris develop together. Here is a sneak peak of them as siblings. Fully themselves. Faith, age 7, is brave, determined, and kind. She is the type of child who can't help but believe in magic. Curious, creative, and ready to show that anything is possible. Harris, age 5, is cheeky, cautious, loyal, and secretly hopeful. He is full of energy and imagination; wanting to be brave, but it

When a book has more than one character, they have to 'talk' to each other in a way that not only the words on the page show. Readers need to see expressions as well as feel them, so when I met Harris in colour for the first time, it made me smile from ear to ear. Seeing Harris is colour conveys all is cute, mischieviousness, inquisitive personality all at once. He wants to believe and trust his older sister, Faith, but there is something that holds him back. He’s still cauti

In the creation of any book, as an author, there are moments when a character shifts. Sometimes it is during the writing stage, when they suddenly take an unexpected turn as your imagination runs free, other times it is when the illustrator brings them to life in colour. When they move from words imagined on the page into something you can almost reach out and meet, it is a wonderful feeling. This is that moment for Faith, as she appears in glorious colour from my talented i

If you have been following the blog journey so far of Faith and Harris, you might understand my excitement just a little bit (!) at finally seeing them both together. Even in these early, black and white sketches, by the wonderfully talented Oshadi Sandareka, you can feel it. The difference between them, and the connection that quietly holds them in place. Just like most siblings... like chalk and cheese, yet joined by something unseen. Faith stands with a sense of knowing, a

Meet Harris... the first design at least. When my daughter's became a big sister, and once my son was old enough, they would play outside all the time together in our garden. She would speak of the fairy that lived behind the door in our fence and leave notes for her, which were magically answered overnight. As I watched my children play and the fun they had writing and receiving letters from Pip, our fairy, a story began to grow in my mind with two very different main charac

Meet Faith... the initial design at least There’s something quietly special about seeing a character for the very first time. As I write a story, there are often images of the characters in my head, which helps my words come alive, but it isn't until an illustrator works their magic, that everything falls into place. Faith has lived in my heart for a long while now. Not just as a character in a story, but as a feeling. A gentle reminder of that little part of us which still b

Hello, For most of my life, I have done everything to make sure other people were happy. I would go along with whatever my friends wanted to do, proclaiming 'I don't mind'. At the time, to be honest, I didn't mind. I was just happy to go with the flow. Although part of me wishes now that I had minded, because perhaps I would have grown into my early 20s and 30s with a little more strength and confidence in my own opinion. I lived by other people’s expectations. Work, play, li

Hello, For a lot of my life growing up, I looked outward for answers. When someone asked me a question, I quite often felt myself freeze inside, as though everything had stopped. I would look around for advice, approval, reassurance, or for someone else to speak for me. I simply didn't have the confidence in myself, my voice, or my opinions, to speak up about what I really thought for fear of being knocked back, contradicted, or starting a debate in some way. It wasn’t until

Hello, I am sure you have all felt those moments in life when it feels as though things don’t add up. In your head, you have everything mapped out and when plans shift, doors close, or progress feels slower than expected it feels as though your entire world has been turned upside down. I know I surely have felt that! In those moments, it’s easy to assume something has gone wrong, and when I was in my early thirties it was difficult to not get bogged down in that thought, and

Hello, Oh boy, are we living in a world that’s moving faster than ever! It feels like that to me anyway. As though everyone is looking for faster decisions, faster answers, faster everything. Sometimes, I feel the quiet pull to slow down, not to resist progress, and to try and stay 'human' as much as possible. I'm a child of the 80's, when we could go outside to play until it was dark if we wanted, TV's had three channels (and it was super exciting when number four came along

Hello, I want to speak today to those of you who are quiet, not because you have nothing to say, but because there’s a lot happening inside. Once upon a time, that was me. Someone who wouldn’t say ‘boo’ to a goose! Someone who sat in class looking at the beautiful patterns on the carpet, and as I grew and entered my 30’s, the someone who didn’t want to stand up and be heard in meetings in case I was knocked back down again. However, now in my 40’s, I know that quiet is often

Hello, I’ve been thinking lately about rest. Not the kind we’re told we should take, but the kind we actually need. In a world where we are on the go constantly, we are asked from every direction what we think; and not just by humans any more, but by computers too. Some days, I just want to lock myself in a room, switch off the lights and reset. Mostly, restoring myself looks like being alone with a book and a cup of coffee. Quiet. Still. No demands. Whilst, at other times, t

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