Niamh Clune

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You have no idea.

I haven’t blogged for a while, as things they are a-changing! More to come on that…but I wanted to share this blog with you..Marta’s blog…Marta Pelrine Bacon who has done so much wonderful art for me and who has written a wonderful book, which I was blessed to publish: The Blue Jar.

Marta Pelrine-Bacon

me at the end of chemo! me at the end of chemo!

On a lovely October morning in 2012, I was sitting on my patio looking forward to a day of writing and drinking coffee. My phone rang. It was my doctor’s office. I almost didn’t bother to answer. What did they want? I didn’t have an appointment to confirm.

But I answered and the woman on the phone pointed out how I was over 40 and had never had a mammogram. Didn’t I want to schedule one? No. Not really. I’d been putting off for as long as possible. I thought that I really could put it off a bit more. But I conceded. Sure. Schedule me. Let’s get this out of the way.

I had no idea how my life was about to change. But we never do. Who isn’t going about their lives right now with no clue what is about to up…

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About Dr Niamh

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.

3 comments on “You have no idea.

  1. Darlene
    April 11, 2015

    Very inspiring. Thanks Marta and Niamh!


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