Book Launch of Fairy Tales of the Unexpected

Thursday evening saw Aunt Grizelda’s new book, Fairy Tales of the Unexpected launched in front of a friendly and appreciative audience at the Book Corner, Halifax Piece Hall.

It was particularly satisfying to have a poem from the previous book, Treasury of Grim and Grisly Rhymes, beautifully recited by a bright little girl called Ella.

The new book is available through online book stores, including Amazon. Why not see if a re-working of your favourite fairy tale is in it?

Book Launch of Aunt Grizelda’s Fairy Tales of the Unexpected

I’m delighted to announce the second book in the Aunt Grizelda series will be launched on the 4th July at Book Corner, the wonderful independent book shop in Halifax’s historic Piece Hall. The event is free and starts at 7pm.

I’ll be reading extracts, signing copies and giving an account of the road to publication with some dos, don’ts, and things I wish I’d known – tips that should help other aspiring children’s authors on their own journey.

If you’re local to Halifax, do come along.

Aunt Grizelda’s Fairy Tales of the Unexpected.

I’m delighted to announce the second book in the Aunt Grizelda series is now printed. Here’s a sneak preview of one of the illustrations (by Natallia Pavaliayeva) and an extract.

Cinders in domestic servitude

Once upon a time there was

A girl called Cinderella,

Whose wicked sisters made her sleep

On straw down in the cellar.

They played games on their smart phones  

While they made her cook and clean,

And called her lots of horrid names –

Good gracious, they were mean!

What is your favourite fairy tale? Let me know, and if it’s in the collection, I’ll print an extract.


Have at ye, poetaster!

The Madness! Poetry competition, now in its seventh year, is the brain child of children’s poet, Ed DeCaria. It is cunningly devised to entice children into engaging with poetry by enlisting them as judges, while at the same time driving the competing writers or “authletes” as mad as barnacles, by giving them only 36 hours to come up with a poem on a given topic. After each head-to-head, the authlete whose poem gets the most votes goes through to the next round.

I was in an unusually bucolic mood when I applied to join this carnival of lexical lunacy, and will most likely be regretting my impetuosity come Sunday when the mayhem begins. But let me not me a craven spirit show: it is quills at the ready and to coin a phrase the great bard himself probably wrote (then crossed out) Have at ye, poetaster!