While standing outside a shop chatting to a friend the other day who was out for a spin on his rather large motorbike, a lady passing by was heard to remark to her companion ” I don’t know how they go round on those yolks, sure aren’t they fierce dangerous altogether ” to which he quickly replied ” you’re so right, but what’s the point of tiptoeing through life only to find yourself safely at death’s door!”
So here we are!
Over the last two years, my sister Susan and I, along with her husband Vitya have created a series of stories around a bunch of characters based in the lakes and mountains of the North West of Ireland.
The stories are interesting in that they are not only in text form but in colourful descriptive music and illustrations and are perfect for both print and downloadable multimedia applications and are mainly geared towards the 8-12 year olds but also have a deeper adult message for the child within 🙂
The first two tales of approx. 10,000 words, music, graphics are complete bar editing, which brings me to the reason for this message.
We now need to hook up with a publishing agent to take this potentially huge project further, and it is quite complex in that we have several mediums to tie together.
So if you have imagination, are up for the challenge of bringing this to life, contact me and I’ll fill you with the enthusiasm that has driven these beautiful stories and characters.
This is face to face stuff, not “send me your first three chapters” so be brave and talk to me, don’t be reading about in twelve months time and saying “I wish I’d looked at that project”. Believe me, it’s worth it!
You know that feeling when you embark on something that you know is probably going to go horribly wrong but off you go anyway, teeth gritted. This is just such an event.
When I was ten and in the Cubs (jnr. scouts for the uninitiated) some likely lad bet me his collection of marbles that I couldn’t cycle down the top of the wall separating our church hall from the other church on the far side. Stupidly I went for it got down a short distance and promptly fell off onto the gravel on our side and smashed my right arm. If I’d fallen on the side of the “Other church” I’d have been grand ’cause they had grass. Very sore but I got the marbles!