By Richard Collingridge
As it’s close to Easter, I have decided to blog about Easter eggs – but not the kind that you eat, the ones which feature in stories, films, songs and drawings! They are a kind of secret hidden in people’s work, including mine.
There are several examples of secret Easter eggs that I can think of: …
by Tony Mitton
The story. The lyric poem. Narrative. Intricate thought process verbalised. They are spheres, bubbles, alternative spaces, places to be alternative to the world of everyday. Escape. Even if the scenario is real. At the most extreme, in make-believe, there is escape into a pretend world. And the psychologists will tell us that that pretend world is a way (like Jung’s dreams) of processing, of dealing with, the menaces and challenges of the real world (see Bruno Bettellheim’s The Uses of Enchantment for an early version of this notion). …
By Eleanor Updale
We’ve been asked to write about a family secret that has influenced our work….
My father was born 100 years ago, into a very different world. His mother was unmarried, and so he was taken, as a baby, to the Foundling Hospital: the oldest children’s charity in the country. He lived there till he was sent out to work as a trainee electrician when he was 13. In all that time, he hardly ever handled money, went in a shop, or crossed a road. It was tough life in many ways, but in others he was lucky. …
It’s December and Christmas is coming so I feel like I can talk about my book, When it Snows again!
As some of you may know, the hardback was released last year to much critical acclaim (thanks for that :)).
– The book was shortlisted for the V&A best illustrated book award and has been nominated for the Kate Greenaway award.
This year sees the release of the US Edition, a French Edition and an Estonian edition (which I don’t know much about).
But I thought I’d talk about the UK paperback edition. …
By Simon Rae
I wish there were some! There may be, of course; but if so, they’ve been very well hidden.
Actually, I’m not big on family. I come from a very small one – just me and my parents. My father was an only child too. His father was an old(ish) man when Dad was born and died when he was a young boy. His mother (my grandmother) foolishly sent him away to a boarding school in London. I, too, was sent away at a young age, which cast something of a shadow over my relationship with both parents.
Being an only child is often a talking point.
You tend to be pitied on the one hand, and blamed on the other – pitied for your solitary childhood (overlooking the hordes of small boys you shared day-rooms and dormitories with during term), and blamed for what is perceived as a self-centred (if not downright selfish) approach to life.
Of course, if you are an only child, it’s all you’ve ever known. …
By David Wyatt
I’ve always avoided using family members as characters in my work for fear of being found out; it would be awkward (for example) if uncle Derek discovered the evil Goblin king in a particularly grotesque illustration was based on him.
Friends, on the other hand, are fair game. …
By SF Said
For this round of storyblogs, we’ve been asked to respond to Siobhan Dowd’s novella THE RANSOM OF DOND. Given that Siobhan died so tragically young, and the book deals with the subject of death, I thought I’d use this post to talk about that subject – though it’s one people don’t normally like to talk about. …
By Rick Robinson
The Golden Age of Science Fiction, goes a famous saying in SF fandom, is fourteen. (At least that is how I learned it; Google’s autocomplete favors twelve.) In whichever version it is shorthand for an age range – about ten to sixteen, give or take, mostly give. Those were the years when I fell in love with what I love to read. And I venture to guess that this is true for most of us, whatever stories we love.
Yes, I always went for rockets and spaceships, but I really discovered science fiction at about age eleven. I went to the local public library to look for more animal stories by Jim Kjelgaard (Big Red). None were on the shelf, but my eye fell upon a book one shelf over, with a spaceship on the cover. It was by someone named Heinlein. I checked it out and was hooked.