My illustrated middle grade novel Dear Earthling: Cosmic Correspondent is being published in fall 2018 by Common Deer Press.
As my illustrations feature heavily, I was asked if I wanted to create the cover art. After a few attempts at different styles and formats, and constructive critique from The Herd (as the CDP family are collectively known) I came up with this design.
I hope it gives a sense of the book’s format (letters from an alien), reflects the humour and showcases some of the characters held within.
Totally smooshed to announce that I’ve only gone and sold a book!
DEAR EARTHLING will be published by Common Deer Press this Autumn – – check out their Web page for the blurb!
He wears the coat,
it bends him over
as he shuffles along
the gritty road.
Aches and pains merge with
deep sorrow is the thread that
binds it all.
crowd his shoulder
in his ear.
Yet the thing weighing most
is wrong he’s done to others,
his conscience is bundled
on his back
like a tumour of wet rags it
Then one day he wakes and
his arms slip easily
from the coat of
He laughs like a boy
and dances wildly
free at last from
Pen Avey — June 2017
My poem ‘Refuge is a Taxi’ was recently included in a Patrician Press anthology entitled ‘Refugees and Peacekeepers’. Thanks to Amazon’s ‘Look inside’ facility, you can read my poem in its entirety here, immediately after Anna Johnson’s introduction.
It was inspired by a real person — someone who ran away from the horrors of war to start fresh in the UK. The media often casts refugees in a negative light, but I hope this poem will help in a small, positive way to redress the balance.
The past 6 months haven’t been great for me. Towards the end of 2016 my mojo took a huge dive.
Writer’s block? More like writer’s removal-of-creativity-to-be-replaced-by-Spongebob-pasta-shapes.
Then, just as I began to get back into writing, my former literary agent and I parted ways.
So, on paper I’m back to square one — looking for an agent who’s a good fit.
I’ve learned a lot in the past few years though, mainly that it’s the journey not the destination that matters. It’s what you pick up on the way, as you ride the ups and downs of life’s rollercoaster which shapes you as a person. It’s how you behave when a gust of wind blows a crisp packet into your face, or your coaster-buddy throws up on your new jeans.
If you’re riding your own hairy rollercoaster right now, repeat after me —
‘It’s all fuel for the fire; it’s building your character in order to inform your characters.’
So, lift your arms high, and scream into the wind.
It’ll soon be over and you’ll be back in that queue wanting more of the same.
Time has got away from me — as far as this blog goes — but life has been busy (a good excuse and I’m sticking to it!).
My head has been so taken up with practicalities that I’ve not been able to settle on writing anything longer than a page or two. Ideas came and went, but nothing grabbed me enough to persuade me to commit. The only thing that excited me was poetry, so I wrote that, and entered competitions — with a small amount of success.
I was shortlisted for Fenland Poet Laureate (my poem ‘The Joy of Mindfulness’ can be read here ) and also for the Patrician Prize — My poem on the subject of refugees and peace-seekers will be published in a Patrician Press anthology in February 2017.
I also did a lot of sketching — mainly of cats!
These endeavours kept the creative juices flowing and I’m now happy to say that a new novel is at last starting to take shape.
If your creativity decides to take a hiatus don’t despair, just tick things over in its absence.