Rae of Light

By Mackie In my life I've always been extraordinary lucky in that what I most need always comes my way at the exact moment I need it. I'm hugely grateful for this, especially now as I pursue this precarious thing called Writing. By Alexander Out of the blue I got a facebook invite to the graduation exhibition of a friend's daughter. Enter Anastasia Scudamore who reminded me that she ran an art club with her dad, Dimitri Scudamore. My brain started doing complex gymnastic moves. My mouth opened before I could stop it. I asked Anastasia if she'd be willing to get her art club kids to do some drawings for the story and before I knew what was what, dragons were flying all over my living room. By Izzy Here is Anastasia with an art club expose. " ‘ Kid’s do Art ’ takes place on Saturday mornings from 10-12 at St Luke’s Community Hall in Battersea. It was mainly my dad’s idea as he wanted to continue his love...

By Annabel I was reminded about Brueberon (my dragon) 3 years ago when a friend and I were reminiscing.  She remembered how I used to make up bedtime stories when we were kids on sleep-overs. These mainly kept us awake rather than put us to sleep as intended. Which then resulted in finger wagging from our mums and giggles under the covers from us. But this memory made my friend ask if I'd ever thought of writing for children. I admitted I hadn't given it much thought but I'd give it a go and write one specifically for her daughter. And so The Lonely Dragon was conceived. But life got in the way. So I consigned the Dragon to more loneliness by putting the story into a folder I like to call, The Vault. This is where all my writing snippets go. A tutor on a course I attended back in the long distant past told us never to throw out any piece of writing we did. These little pieces of apparent writing nothingness could indeed be nuggets of...