I found Darlene first on twitter,
And thought, “my goodness,”
I must meet her ~
Like someone sweet,
A writer of adventure too,
Whose character, Amanda, you ~
Will love to read, especially when,
She visits past of Ann Boleyn ~
At Hampton Court, right near my home
In England, where Amanda roams,
From Canada, she sprouted wings,
Flew an ocean, visits things
~ Ancient places, history
Found childhood secrets, mystery.
Ate scones with jam, delicious cream ~
Loves architecture so extreme,
Built by Wren ~ No! Not the bird ~
Who wasn’t locked within the Tower,
But built St. Paul’s for those in power.
But, sorry, here I do digress,
Miss the point and transgress
Darlene’s plot ~ well told and grounded ~
Amanda’s tour, she expounded, How Henry Tudor is the name, Of king who brought to England fame.
Beheading wives and chancellors,
Saints and sinners, counsellors.
You really should just take a look ~
Amanda in England ~ read the book!
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