Billy and the Lost Number – new picture book story

8 07 2010

I must be on fire today (what did I eat yesterday to cause this?) as this is my second blog post of the day. I’m just finishing off a cute little picture book story about a boy who lost something…….and here’s (in movie terms) a teaser:

Billy and the Lost Number
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Billy woke up one day feeling funny. Something was wrong and he didn’t know what.
He wasn’t feeling ill, his mum could see that in the way he gobbled up his breakfast.
He hadn’t forgotten to do his homework. The Easter bunny picture was all ready for him to take to school.

continued on my Childrens Writers society blog page





Dilly is now available for sale.

7 06 2010

Dilly front cover

Dilly the dancing dog has now been put on the
Lulu.com online publishing site.

For all the lovely people who wish to buy a
download copy for you or a friend, for the
princely sum of Β£0 it can be yours πŸ™‚

Yup, it’s free!

To get to the download page click on the
picture to the left, or on the link below..

Buy Dilly

Happy Reading πŸ™‚

Support independent publishing: Buy this e-book on Lulu.





Finished- Dilly the dancing dog.

16 05 2010

Dancing animals by hagerstenguy

This is designed as a picture book with one or two paragraphs per page with illustration opposite or integrated into the text. Created for younger readers.

Dilly the Dancing Dog

1

Dilly was a dancing dog. She danced in the morning, she danced in the evening and she always danced for fun. But no one knew she could dance.

2

When her owners were out she put on dancing clothes and twirled about the lounge.

But no one knew she could dance.

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Dilly the dancing dog

6 05 2010

{This is designed as a picture book with one paragraph per page with illustration opposite or integrate into the text. Designed for younger readers}

Dilly the dancing dog
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Dilly was a dancing dog. She danced in the morning, she danced in the evening and she always danced for fun.

But no-one knew she could dance.

She danced the polka, she danced the tango and her favorite was the waltz.

But no-one knew she could dance.

When her owners were out she put on dancing clothes and twirled about the lounge.

But no-one knew she could dance.

In her head she was a world famous dancer and came first in big competitions.

But still no one knew she could dance!

Until one day dancing a jig across the fireplace she saw a face at the window.

‘You can dance!’ the cat said.

‘Why yes i can,’ Dilly replied.

‘Would you like to meet others who can dance?’ The cat asked politely.

‘No thank you,’ said Dilly for she was happy to dance alone.

Later that day fox-trotting across the carpet she saw two faces at the window.

‘I told you,’ said one cat to the other.
‘A dancing dog, well i never,’ it replied.

‘Would you like to meet others who can dance?’ It asked politely.

‘No thank you,’ replied Dilly, ‘I like dancing alone.’

{Unfinished section involving a cat barn dance and Dilly the dog}

Dilly lay down on her favorite rug. ‘I like dancing with others,’ she thought to herself and fell fast asleep.





Holly’s daydreaming competition

9 04 2010

Hi Guys,

I have taken into account your kind comments. Here’s an improved (hopefully!) and now extended 1st chapter.

It’s more verbal which I hope works. So being a bit different it’s possible I have removed parts you liked. So if you miss a bit of the story please let me know, it’s great to get your feedback and it really does contribute to the development of the book.

Oh and I don’t think I mentioned the age range when I originally posted the chapter. It’s aimed at 7-9 year olds .

Thanks πŸ™‚
Andy

Holly daydreamed, Holly daydreamed a lot, whenever and wherever she went, she daydreamed. Her mum always said she should have been born as a cloud because she had her head in them so often.

It had started young and no-one could understand why. The first time happened when she was being fed as a baby and for no obvious reason she stopped eating mid-chew and started to stare at the rather boring lampshade that hung above the kitchen table. Not so unusual for a baby to do that you may think? But she stared at them for two whole hours!

Her mum was so worried, she took Holly to the doctor who sent them immediately to hospital. Holly was wired up to funny and complex looking machines for hours on end. But eventually all the Doctors could say was that there was probably nothing to worry about and that she would grow out of it.

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Holly’s Daydreaming Competition

9 03 2010

Chapter One

Holly daydreamed, Holly daydreamed a lot, whenever and wherever she
went, she daydreamed. Her mum used to say that she should have been
born as a cloud because she had her head in them so often.

When most girls of her age were using their brains to work out complex
long division sums at school, Holly used hers to devise new and
exciting things to daydream about.

This impressive skill didn’t really cause her any problems in life,
save for the odd joke made at her expense by her classmates, so Holly
really had no reason to stop doing it. Her dad used to comment that it
was a shame they didn’t run competitions for her special kind of talent.

Sometimes she would take herself off to her favorite place and dream
for hours on end. It was always her mum or dad that would have to stop
her so she could eat!

Holly, her Mum and Dad lived in an old thatched cottage just outside a
country village called Middlewhich. They had a large back garden, with
a wood behind it and some pretty roses in the small front garden. All
in all it was a lovely place to live.

It was the summer holidays so there were no classmates to bother her.
One day at the breakfast table with her dad Holly was having a
particularly nice dream. She was sitting on a shimmering silver unicorn
in a large crowd of people who were all cheering a brilliant idea she
had just had.

All of a sudden she was interrupted when her mum burst through the back
door looking very excited.

This didn’t surprise Holly, or her Dad, as her Mum was prone to bouts of
unusual excitement. They could be about anything from the news of a
newly born baby to the totally uninteresting news that one of her
Rhubarb plants had a leaf shaped like their next door neighbors cat
(perhaps this was where Holly’s imagination had come from!)

So when she burst through the door Holly and her Dad merely lazily
turned their heads towards her.

‘You’re back quickly dear’ her father remarked.
‘Well..’ Holly’s mum started, but was so flustered she had to prop
herself up on the edge of the work-surface just to catch her breath.

”You know how we joke there should be daydreaming competitions for
Holly to enter?”

Her dad nodded, looking curious.

β€œ..and if there was, she would win first prize?”

“Yes” said her dad again, more curiously.

“Well…there is, down at the village hall in four weeks time!”

Holly and her father both turned to stare at one another. Surely mother
was making this all up? But as excitable as she was, inventing
something as fancyful as this, was not like her.

“No way!” they both exclaimed disbelievingly.

Her mum said, still out of breath β€œI heard it from Mrs Dukes, who got
it from Mr Dukes, who saw it on the notice board down at the village
hall. There’s going to be a tent set up and judges to assess the
entries and everything. And there are prizes!”

Surprised and excited both Holly and her dad didn’t know what to say
but looking at each other they both knew what each other was thinking.

Where do we sign up?