Of all the workshops I conduct, the ones at the British Library remain special. Maybe it's because that's where it all began. For the Animal Agents Reading Challenge, I conducted my first pair of workshops at the new premises. Logic, imagination and laughter are such a delicious … [Read More...]
Hello and welcome to my website!
I love writing for children, and I have been writing ever since I was seven. Hugely influenced by Enid Blyton, I began my publishing “career” at the age of seven and a half with a story about a dame (blame Enid Blyton for that) who hated plants. I went on to mice who turned into fairies and pixies who never drove or gave away their cars.
A little older now, I write stories for children about all kinds of things. I have a collection of short stories called The Story-Catcher, a few books on trains, and an odd story here and there. Many more are in the pipeline and will be available very soon.
I also conduct reading and writing workshops for children and, much to my surprise, for adults too. Adults are sometimes imaginative, much though they may try to hide it!
Straight from the Blog
I can't believe that this is the fifth year that I'm conducting workshops for the British Library's Reading Challenge! I began with ... Then came the challenge that probably has my favourite set of books: I thoroughly enjoyed the workshops in my third year with the Reading … [Read More...]
“I know that,” I said, irritably. “But that’s no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours.” I threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore, hoping he was going to tell me something, but … [Read More...]
New characters, new stories and comics - today's session at JustBooks Baner was lovely! During the ice-breaker, I met all kinds of new characters. I usually encounter only Geronimo Stilton, Thea, Greg and Harry Potter. Today, I met Xan, Rafe and Joe, whom I don't know at all! And I was also … [Read More...]
Excerpts from a Few Books
“Dad, your generation didn’t even have mobile phones,” said Deven, firing up again. “Just because we do, you want to check on me, check on me, check on me all the time. Why can’t you just let me be?” Heaving his bag closer to his neck once more, he went into the room adjoining Chitra’s and slammed the door.
Renuka Tiwari gave a crooked smile. “The joys of having a teenaged son,” she commented.