Goodness has it been a month since I posted? The build and life has been getting in the way and the past month has been a little stressful. Mostly due to family emergencies and such. All is okay now though and I have my fingers crossed that it stays that way. The build has been… Continue reading Time flies!
UPDATE Hugh the cat has had the audacity to go into Mrs Scribbles garden and place his paws on the window sill and scent mark! (I wasn't staring outside for long but only glanced out and noticed this). Mrs Scribbles has spent the last half out walking back and forth along her territory line trying… Continue reading Hugh the intrepid explorer
Yep... the cover is done and I'm awaiting the proof. It looks like it will be out for release in May. I'll keep you posted for the date though. It's one of the For Children series I want to do. Next will either be the Victorians or the Stuarts... Not sure which.
I think there ought to be a newspaper called weird times that helps you get to grips with the amount of time time you spend staring out a window. And anything is suddenly interesting; birds, the neighbors cat, growing plants. It is as if the window has become a TV, in real time so, very… Continue reading Weird Times
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Here is the Mary Rose for free - just print it out and give it a colour. I would love to see any that have been done as well.
Nellie Bly, the first investigative journalist.
Honestly, the world now is more like a book I would write than a real place.
Don't get me wrong... I moved 3 and a half years ago, but I left my workshop. The paints, pencils, artwork... everything frozen in time. But there have been problems. The workshop got a leak, there was a flood... The artwork started to deteriorate. There was a mold that started to creep across the… Continue reading Moving
The other day I was kicked from a group on Facebook. Why? My drawing is too realistic. I kid you not. My drawing had to be a cheat... Why is that? And why do I face this all my life? I reach for the stars but all I end up with is dust... Maybe I… Continue reading Kicked