When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down.
One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.”
Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!”
I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I?
I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.”
Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray.
With love from Dr. Niamh,
Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com
The moment we have all been waiting for!
I have never been involved with anything that has excited me more.
The evolution of publishing continues and there is a new shining star!
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Wendy! Your words are so very rich and very welcome. Sincere thanks!
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Good luck! 🙂
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Thank You, Yvonne. We will need it.
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Soon the world will know know about your heart and enthusiams as we’ve known over these months. Best of luck.
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Lovie,
First, BIG FAT ditto to Wayne’s comment. Those Long Island cops can really ‘get at’ “just the fact, Ma’am”. I’ll not wish you luck. (Only wish for things that are needed). I wish you, “Bacon and tears in the morning; champagne and laughter at night.”
The first b/c you are such an incurable worry-wart, enjoy some crisp yummies whilst you shed a few. The second (wished in perpetuity, kind of like a plenary indulgence) because you’re deserving and entitled (this last is really BIG on this side of the pond!)
May you see NARY a ‘prune’ day and continue enjoying mega bowls of cherries!
Lorane. . . .
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What lovely, sweet comments. It has been a real battle to recover all this. So I really appreciate your goodwill!
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You’re out of ‘battle mode’ now. Like those contageous, Irish ‘neighborhood kids’, “The Commitments”, you’ve got SOUL.
L. . . .
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Takes one to know one!
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So glad this is up and on its way!
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wohoooooooooooooo!
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I have been impatiently waiting as have all your fans, Niamh. Now that the big day is here, I sincerely hope you can take a bit of time off…even if it’s only a short weekend. Even leaders have to rest sometime! 🙂
I like what I see so far and wish you all the best of luck. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to peruse to my heart’s content…
Hugs and continued congrats!
Betty Dravis
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And I am waiting impatiently until I can feature you here again, Betty, On The Plum Tree. Coming Soon! Watch this space.
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Great to see this is up and running, best to all!
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