tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26117922022612836282011-11-28T11:59:04.665+11:00Welcome! I am a children's writer whose poems and short stories are often weird and wacky.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891739530450555712noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611792202261283628.post-5498866015254711642011-10-30T22:34:00.000+11:002011-10-30T22:34:18.990+11:00

Tara Lazar taralazar.wordpress.com is running a competition to inspire picture book writers. The idea is to come up with a new picture book idea everyday during the month of November. I'm very excited about it and looking forward to the challenge. http://taralazar.wordpress.com/2011/10/24/piboidmo-official-sign-up-starts-today-right-here-right-now/

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I was doing a little happy dance around my lounge room tonight after receiving another acceptance for a picture book! Scholastic Omnibus are interested in publishing "The Big Beet" and I am awaiting the contract with bated breath. I have already signed with Walker Books for the publication of "Sally Snicker's Knickers" so keep your eye out for them on the shelves in the next 12 months or so.

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Hi, I've been having negotiations with a very large publishing house regarding publishing one of my picture book manuscripts - at this point I'm waiting on the contract in the mail :) (can't wait!) The publishing process is a very long one, especially as this publisher has a very full list, so it won't come out until around 2013, but it will be worth the wait :)

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I had my first public speaking engagement last Thursday. Very scary. I was quite pleased to be asked actually, as other than online I don't get the chance to talk about my passion to many people. However, I was presenting to a group of Service Club members, rather than a group interested in children's writing,so I did find it a difficult ask. I'm not sure how many of the audience were really

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I spent a lovely weekend travelling down to Ballarat for the Writers' Festival, which was being run for the first time in five years. The Festival focused on Children's and Young Adult writing so I was keen to go along, even though it involved a 16 hr round-trip. The drive down, firstly through country NSW and then through country Victoria, was beautiful. Lush greenery replaced the dry, brown

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Hello all, I'm sorry I haven't been posting many poems of late, but I've been concentrating on my submissions, one of which has been received very favourably by a very well known and respected publisher. I can't say too much until I have a contract in my hot little hands but it sounds very promising ( she says as she jumps up and down on the spot with glee :) )Thank you to everyone who has been

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891739530450555712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611792202261283628.post-86900053770226125842010-07-09T22:51:00.001+10:002010-07-09T22:54:56.147+10:00

I will Never, EVER go out of the house in trackies and slippers again. NEVER EVER! Why is it that the one time you tell yourself 'I'll only be gone 5 minutes, I don't need to put my face on. Who cares if I haven't showered yet? I'll just throw on the trackies, slip into my uggs, drop my daughter off to her mate's place and be back before anyone sees me" is the very time you get a flat on the main

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Note to self: Do not assume that because you are working at home you can do away with any worries about your appearance. I was sitting enjoying my cup of tea when I had to shuffle to the door in my trackie dacks for a Country Energy worker. With my face bare of even a scraping of moisturiser, hair lank and limp from the shower and with the bleary eyes of one not yet focused on the day's to-do

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I sat, this morning, on my much under-utilised side verandah, enjoying a steaming cup of coffee and basking in the warmth of the pre-work day sun. The verandah is north-facing, running the side depth of the house and is a glorious spot for contemplation, yet I never make use of it. The barbeque, which sits at one end, is layered with a deep red dust blanket, spiders have squatted in the underside

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Check out Dee White's blog tour as she visits Robyn Opie to talk about this very subject. I related to Robyn's story totally. http://www.robynopie.blogspot.com/  http;//www.robynopie.blogspot.com/ Not sure if this will work as a link but just copy and paste the address if not. Happy reading. Cheers, Lynn Link didn't seem to show up so I've just typed in the address.

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Hello all, School holidays are over and many of us are back to the routine that school terms bring. Whilst I was still working during the hols I did find there was some extra time to spend on writing, which in my case meant an edit of a mid-grade chapter book manuscript, which included adding 1500 words. I added an extra chapter, and extended another, because I felt the manuscript might suit a

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Hi, best wishes to all for the new year. May 2010 be productive, profitable and pleasurable. I sent off a number of submissions in November 09, and have already had a couple of rejections. Receiving a rejection for one's work  doesn't seem to get any easier, even though I have been in this field for a number of years now. I go through down periods after a few rejections and assume that all my

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I had a monster that lived under my bed.(You know the one, he had horns on his head.)Well, he’s gone! Vanished. Poof! Into the sky.He’s left me alone and I think I know why.It was all that kerfuffle that went on last nightI’m sure that it gave him a terrible fright.He was minding his business, just picking at fluff.He’d arranged my old gum –‘one more chew’ or ‘too tough’.He’d sorted my socks, had

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I ate some chips and chocolate Chowed down on cheddar cheese I had parsley, pies and pumpkin And a pot of mushy peas. I gorged on goose and gravy Grossed out on gumbo greens I shovelled in some shellfish And ten tangy tangerines. I reached out for a smidgen more But my tummy roared and rumbled It swelled up like a big balloon It groaned… It growled… It grumbled. “Look out! She’s going to blow!

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Eggs for dinnerOne Two ThreeHere’s some more, come and seeFour Five SixThey’re brown and fatPut them into Poppy’s hatCheck the nestOf big black henNow there’s Seven Eight Nine TenWe’ll have them boiledWith dippy toastFor dinner I like eggs the most

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My pigeon just pooped on my teacher ‘Plop’ down the end of his nose It slid to the tip Then dropped on his lip And pooled in the hair on his toes.

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My alligator wears stilettosfrom the very best up-market shopHe pays a fair priceand they're ever so nicebut they're made from his nan and his pop

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There’s a zit and it sits On the end of my nose. It’s pink and it’s plump And each day it grows. But although it’s humungous That isn’t the worst – It’s full of white pus And it’s ready to burst. The problem is this, It’s really quite simple, I can’t see the nose At the end of my pimple!

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Thank you to the lovely people who left comments on my poetry. As you who are writers will know, it is a great boost to your creativity to have some positive feedback. Having the blog has also given me the impetus to write more, and more often, which is great.CheersLynn

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Hi, this blog must be playing on my mind... this new poem is about a blog. My sister says she has a ‘blog’ (I notice she’s been scratching) I don’t know what a ‘blog’ is But I hope it isn’t catching. Though, I really think it might be, Because Mum now has one too I hope they keep it to themselves I really do not want the flu Of course I blame the internet I’ve warned them of the dangers They’

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I have the flu I do, I do! My nose is thtuffed Like glue, like glue. My eyes are running My throat is thore My tongue feels like A thawmill floor My head is pounding Like a drum Atum, atum, ATUM, TUM, TUM! I need the bathroom I need it quick Out of the way, I’m thick, I’m thick! Bleech, bleuch, Ooops! Watch your feet, Mmm..that feels better. What’s to eat?

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I have a pet constrictor He’s making me quite worried I think he wants to eat me Deep-fried, or maybe curried. I have a pet tarantula His legs are long and hairy I can’t take him for show and tell - my teacher’s much too scary. I have a pet orang-utan He’s making me quite cross His breath smells like a monkey And he won’t use dental floss. I have a pet rhinoceros His horn is made of hair He

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This is a poem that a couple of people wanted to read, which prompted me to finally get my blog off the ground. Many of my poems would benefit from accompanying illustrations as I tend to write with pictures in my head, so I hope you can all picture your own versions of my favourite yak :) There’s a bump On the hump Of my favourite yak But it’s not on the front, and it’s not on the back. So the

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891739530450555712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611792202261283628.post-86905949583631155762009-07-17T16:40:00.000+10:002009-07-17T16:43:35.641+10:00

Hello all ( or none, as the case may be :) )Welcome to my Blog!I am very new to this but have been meaning to get into blogging for quite awhile. Please bear with me while I get used to this.I will post some of my children's poetry here and am quite happy to take your comments. Please try not to be too harsh.CheersLynn

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