Storytime

Wow, last weekend was ENORMOUS. HUGE. Even quite BIG...in fact I think we both went back to work to get some down time :) Not that anything really big in the scheme of things happened...but we had people over...in fact quite a lot of people over at various times during the day. My Dad, daughter, brother, sister-in-law, and two nephews and two nieces (from different sides of the family) Hubby and nephew went to the movies (some adventure smash bang thing) and daughter and Miss C and myself were alone with the cookies. Teenage Miss C was first to decorate. Cookies were pre-baked, then some more were baked, and piping bags filled with royal icing in a rainbow of colours. Then she set to. With amazing results. What I love about this is that there is no right or wrong way. You experiment, try different colours, add sprinkles. Pipe an edging and heh presto... The two girls even made some bark...of the edible variety. Once again this was done by 'heh how ab...

I was asked this recently when I worked on the mobile library. In the middle of a Storytime session (we were making musical instruments out of paper plates, dried pasta and coloured paper) one little fellow asked 'Can you drive the bus?'. Then he nodded and answered his own question. 'Yep I think you can.' I can't drive the bus but in this boy's eyes I could. He believed in me. It was simple. Any lady that came into his life, told stories, sung songs (albeit badly) and made musical instruments all within 40 minutes, must be able to drive the bus as well. If only we believed in our writing abilities as easily. Imagine what we could do There would be no hesitation, no thinking that so much was beyond us. We would 'delve into the darkness' as one of my TAFE teachers used to say. There would be no fear, no editor sitting on the shoulder saying 'you can't write about that. What would your mother/father/husband/wife/children/best friend say?' ...