Hi! I'm a children's writer whose poems and short stories are often weird and wacky. This is me - I'm, a tad excited about Sally Snickers :) Please take a look around. Check out the My Books page.
About Me
- Lynn
- Temora, NSW, Australia
- Hello! I'm a writer who loves writing for children. My first picture book, 'The Big Beet', illustrated by Adam Carruthers, was published by Omnibus Books, Scholastic Australia, in 2013. 'Sally Snickers' Knickers' came out in 2014 and was published by Walker Books and illustrated by Anthea Stead .'No Room for a Wombat' illustrated by Lorell Lehman, hit the shelves in 2017 (publisher Scholastic Australia's Omnibus imprint) and 'Grumpy Bear, Grouchy Bear' (illustrated by Monty Lee) and published by Yellow Brick Books came out September 2018. I've also had work published in the NSW School Magazine, Little Ears magazine, Fandangle ine, Storybox Online and Book for Fiji.
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Friday, July 31, 2015
What has Sally Snickers done!
Okay, Sally Snickers may have caused a little bit of trouble in a few households...although I prefer to think she's caused a bit of excitement. I've had so many parents contact me to let me know their adorable children have been parading around; answering front doors; lounging about on beds; or dressing for Book Week parades, with undies perched proudly on their heads. Ha, ha - it cracks me up. I even heard of a three year-old (no names, my darling, but you know who you are) who decided to take the undies off his bottom and pop them on his head instead, because he insisted that's what Sally Snickers does. I am thrilled to bits that kids are relating to Sally Snickers, that they're happy to be different, just as she is, and are free of the inhibitions that restrict many of us adults.
Monday, June 15, 2015
A little poem I wrote tonight to explain all those missing socks :)
Where the Wild Socks Are
Out of the forest and onto the street
In through the gate on his monstery feet,
Past bushes and bins, nasturtiums and gnomes,
He opens back doors of hundreds of homes.
He’s never been seen for he’s not very tall,
but no laundry is safe, he’s been to them all.
He watches and waits and watches some more
for the family’s wash to come through the door.
He licks his wet lips and he slobbers
and sighs
and dreams of his dinner – the ultimate prize.
He climbs in the suds, between smelly old jocks,
then he gobbles up ONE of each pair of socks.
Friday, January 16, 2015
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