Mostly they came from charity shops [or op shops as we commonly call them]. They were mostly grubby – at the least. Some were filthy almost beyond imagination. Old McLarsen was on the point of refusal of the worst. … Continue reading
There are MORE!! But they need another page of their own. And never fear, the plan is to go through each one and give you … Continue reading
Ted is disgruntled. NOT a pretty picture. Almost unbearable. ALMOST…
He says I’ve been too focused on my other writings for too long. He says I’m in love with flash fiction and short stories and stand-alone chapters of longer books. He even goes so far as to mention the ‘B’ word – ‘besotted’! You know what? He’s right. It’s painfully true.
And have I neglected this site in the travelling of these other roads? I surely have. Do I feel bad? Well-ll, yes… and no.
No-one should EVER neglect Ted Bear Esq. Even his name suggests this is a bear of distinction, quality and class. A bear who will always hold a special corner in the hearts of all who know him.
I’ve just made his own ‘up close and personal’ page in the Rogues’ Gallery. He probably won’t think much of the ‘rogue’ label, but he WILL love all the pics of him…LOOK!
Of course, it wouldn’t be difficult to guess I was coerced into writing yet another story about him – “now that you’re getting better at it”, he had the nerve to say. Here is your free read on Wattpad [and you don’t even have to be a member – unless you would like to comment on any or all the chapters – Ted and I would love that!]. It’s called ‘The Talebearer’.
I had also promised him I would shine my spotlight on his best friends – the Small Knitty Gritty Kids. And I haven’t. Well, more like a powerful torch, actually – as I have written a large amount of words about these small souls. It’s just that none of it has been public as yet. And therein lies his angst.
So the salve to my conscience is…? Thanks to my ‘busyness’ creating so many other works AND spending a deal of time writing, editing, rewriting my sweet kiddies’ stories, I believe my writing has improved in leaps and bounds. I know I can now tell these better than ever. In another several years I’ll probably disagree with myself, but for now, think it’s best I get these public ASAP.
Here’s the plan. ‘Publish’ excerpts here, with links to the full stories on Wattpad for free reading. There is an opinion that this will make them unacceptable to most would-be publishers – others believe if they are taken down from these ‘freebie’ reading platforms before official publication, all will be hunky-dory. Either way, it’s OK with me. Self-publishing is the only way I plan to go, IF I ever publish ‘publicly’ at all, and I don’t plan to put any restrictions on myself.
So Ted’s neck hairs have laid down flat again and if I look carefully, I can see the glimmer of a smile at the edges of his mouth. If he had them, I’m sure he’d give me a ‘thumbs-up’, but I’ll settle for the twinkle in his eyes. Mothers instinctively know the subtle signs of their kids’ mood swings.
Seriously, it’s just as well these ‘knitty gritty’ characters are so easy on our pockets – or our ‘still at home’ family would have remained static decades ago. (I’m not counting the ‘outside dog’ kids and the ‘inside cat kid’, They’re fairly ‘average’ in appetites and costs, and we can manage their needs, happily.)
Just imagine – kids who don’t flatten your food bill budget, have no need of clothing or shoe stores, don’t use up all your toilet paper daily and electricity hourly. No medical emergencies or acne or other teeny-bopper traumas. Kids who never talk back to you – only whisper their love when you’re REALLY ‘up close and personal’… kids who happily sit patiently in a corner until picked up for cuddles and photo shoots – like this one…
So when it comes time to face the burning issue- ‘To increase, or not to increase? That is the question.’ – the decision is a little easier in our case.
You may remember the kerfuffle late last year when Simon’s twin, Worzel Gummidge was found in Tasmania leaning over his mother’s shoulder as she valiantly tried to read out loud to her family. Here’s the link – Brothers re-united at last – believed to be twins. SO… when I stumbled over Scotty, in a charity shop in a small country town on the way home from Adelaide, I had a true deja vu moment. For a near-heart-stopping moment, I thought there were triplets. In truth, I believed this improbability until the moment I did the photo-shoot of the sadly separated pair. THEN I saw the size difference and could only guess at the gut-wrenching parting they’d endured.
The long-lost brothers, separated from birth are ecstatic to be reunited. They tell me they’d always sensed something missing in their lives. The resemblances are uncanny – the robin red-breasts on their right arms, the lady birds on their left feet, trousers, hat, blue bowtie, straw poking out every which way. There’s only two differences I can find so far. Scotty has a mouse on his hat with a long, long tail, and he wears a button up jacket with a flower in the lapel. Probably hasn’t done too much crow-scaring yet. Looks to be just a tad of a lad yet. Simon assures me he will teach Scotty all the big, ferocious stuff.
Since then, and because we are now related in a rather unusual fashion, Carol Ann Martin discovered and sent me another member for my Knitty Gritty family, and I won’t bother with a link this time, because Molly’s story follows straight on from this one.
I have yet another small member to add to the Knitty Gritty family, but think he just might need a story of his very own. Back soon as I can.
Congratulations are in order!
We’ve had a new addition to our family.Look –
She’s a beautiful little girl we’ve called Molly, and you can see how happy the rest of the Knitty Gritty kids are. Will you look at those cheerful smiles? Even Sally and Sammy, the disabled kids in the back row are smiling. Despite not being able to see her, they can feel the love pouring out of every stitch of the others.
It’s true. Just look at the photos below. On the left, my Simon Scarecrow, of ‘Small Knitty Gritty Folk Tales’ fame, and to the right, his long-lost twin, being read to by author Carol Ann Martin.
It was just one of those Destiny moments. I was idly checking the LinkedIn groups I belong to, focusing on the Australian and NZ Authors group and found that Carol Ann Martin was announcing a new Facebook page she has recently created. The name captured my imagination and I just had to go and check it out. Look what I found –