Showing posts with label storytelling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label storytelling. Show all posts

Tuesday, 25 February 2020

Be Your Own Audiobook - Tell A Story



The other day, I received an email from a Scottish teacher currently teaching English in an international school in China. In her message, Joanna explained that before the school broke up for New Year holidays, she had been reading my book The Superpower Project to her class. Of course, school did not return after the holidays; instead, pupils found themselves stuck indoors due to coronavirus quarantine measures. Joanna and teachers like her, have been making the best of the situation, trying to keep pupils upbeat and focussed, by teaching online as best they can. Joanna had been recording herself reading chapters of The Superpower Project and sending them to the class – a chapter every day, read aloud. She wondered if I would be able to send an email to the class, wishing them well and encouraging them to keep listening and reading.

Writers are often delicate folk and everyone writes in different ways about different things for different reasons. However, the one thing I would say most writers have in common is that they like to know people are enjoying reading their stories. And not just in the traditional “please leave an amazon review” way. You made something, someone likes it. That’s nice.

More importantly though, if I take myself out of the situation, Joanna’s email was just this brilliant reminder of how important books and reading can be in times of crisis. And how fortunate for writers and readers alike, that there’s this incredible world of people, booksellers, bloggers, librarians and teachers, who can help you find just the story you need in those moments.

It’s been four years this month since The Superpower Project was published, five years this month since I finished the first draft and entered it in the Kelpies Prize. That’s a long time in books. And though I never did quite get my proposed sequel together, it’s delightful to know that people are still reading my book, and that it’s providing some comfort. (For the record, the sequel was going to have Antarctic explorer Birdie Bowers discovering a spaceship during the Terra Nova expedition, a collection of musical superweapons designed by James Watt, plus all our heroes developed more superpowers and also there was an alien spider queen. I’ll be the first to admit it was a bit messy.)

So, I recorded myself reading a few chapters of The Superpower Project and sent them on to Joanna, and we’ve agreed that the class are going to send me some questions to answer. Sort of a long distance Live Literature session. We’ll keep in touch. These days, it feels good to make connections like that.

As we head towards World Book Day, with all the costumes and additional activities that can sometimes entail, its definitely important to remember that the thing children will respond to most – is being read books. The research proves it. And it’s not just children and young people, you can read to grown ups too. You can even just read out loud to yourself. It's not weird, it's fine. In fact. there’s lots of accessible ways to tell stories for all audiences.

This world book day, if you can, read someone a story– it might just make their day.

Here’s one I read earlier, Superhero Supermarket, which originally appeared in Storytime Magazine Issue 34.



Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Superhero Supermarket



I'm delighted have a new story in issue 34 of Storytime Magazine, with wonderful accompanying artwork from Josh Cleland. And it's on the cover too! Linked to the story and amazing illustrations, there's a cracking piece on the Storytime blog calling for more diversity in stories.

Storytime is a  beautifully produced illustrated story mag for kids. It's full of Fairy tales, fables, myths, poems & more all designed to help kids fall in love with reading!

Have a quick flick through issue 34...



Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Story Dice Fables


One of my lovely Christmas gifts was a set of Rory's Story Dice. Dead simple, nine dice, six sides, 54 images, 10 million combinations. Roll dice, make up a story or poem. Children may help.

For better or worse, each year at the top of my resolution list is "write more". This year, it's moved down a notch, it's under "eat less salt n vinegar rice cakes", but it's still up there. The story dice are one of my weapons in this battle. Same as this blog.

The rules are
1 - play whats rolled, nae backsies,
2 - post a photie
3 - blog what's written, nae footering or redrafting

There is no way to verify these rules have been kept obviously, you just have to trust me. And of course, you can play too, check out whats been rolled, tell a different story. That's the first lot up at the top there.

The Forgetful Star
Once upon a time there was a fallen star who had forgotten what she fell for. It had been a long fall and she had bumped her head when she landed - even though it had been quite a soft landing. She decided to find people to help her remember why she fell.
First she came to a garden, and she met a Bee with a broken sting.
"Do you know why I fell?" asked the Star.
"No. But I wish you'd help me fix my sting, I've flowers to visit."
"Sorry. Can't help you there." said the Star. And walked on.
Next she came to a forest and she met a Knight having a little cry.
"Do you know why I fell?" asked the Star.
"No. But I wish you'd help me. I've been sent on a quest far too early in the morning. A evil witchlord and his pet sphinx have stolen the Queen's Silver Arrow she uses as a table centrepiece. I must retrieve it from the pyramid in the lost desert. But I hate getting sand in my shoes."
"Sorry. Can't help you there." said the Star. And walked on.
It grew dark and stormy, lightning flashed, lighting up the rooftops of a nearby village. As the Star walked towards it, she found a little torch lying by an old postbox.
"Do you know why I fell?"
"No. But I wish you'd help me see in the dark. I'm scared."
"Sorry. Can't help you there. But if you want to walk with me for awhile, I'll shine on you."
The Star walked on til morning and found herself back at the field where she had first fallen.
Only now, she noticed there was a sheep there as well, looking rather poorly.
"Hello. Do YOU know why I fell?" asked the Star.
"Yes." said the Sheep "You're for wishing on. But I wish you hadn't fallen on me."
And the Star remembered. The bees sting sharpened, the Knight got some armoured flip flops and the torch beamed. But the Sheep still had quite a sore head.
"Thank you." smiled the Star.
"No problem." said the Sheep. "Glad I could give you a hand."