Showing posts with label Joan Lennon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joan Lennon. Show all posts

Saturday, 5 September 2026

Book Launch - Joan Lennon

Book launches are a worry. Will anybody come? Will the venue sell enough books? Will I forget everything I know about my book and quite possibly my own name?

Despite the worrying, the book launch for Revolution! went ahead and none of the disasters happened!




Big thanks for everyone who came, to Lindsey Fraser for making the conversation flow, and to my favourite bookshop The Edinburgh Bookshop for hosting the event with such warmth and charm. 

Book launches? Worth every worry!


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Monday, 3 August 2026

Revolution! by Joan Lennon

"So, what are you writing these days?" they ask.

"A book for 8 to 12 year-olds about revolutions," I answer.

"STILL?!?!?" they reply.

Yup, it took a while. But now, after all this time, it's finally here.

I was introduced to non-fiction writing for this age group a few years back when I co-wrote two books with Joan Haig: Talking History (150 Years of Speakers and Speeches) pub. 2022, and Great Minds (2500 Years of Thinkers and Philosophy) pub. 2023. 

I was smitten. Revolution! followed. (Eventually.)

Here's a bit of a blurb:

What does it take to change the world?

Sometimes it’s toppling systems and finding new ways to govern that give people a better chance.

Sometimes it’s challenging long-held beliefs and finding the courage to think differently.

Sometimes it’s coming up with ingenious inventions that transform our everyday lives.

The world we know today has been shaped by exceptional events, ideas and inventions. Revolution! tells the stories of ordinary people who made the extraordinary happen.

Different kinds of revolutions. Different stories about change.

One of the things I love about this kind of non-fiction writing is getting to be a sort of serial monogamist. Each chapter looks at a different revolution, so with each chapter, I'd plunge in head-first, have a blast splashing about, send a tidal wave over the paper. This is FASCINATING! I'd like to write a whole book about this! Did you know...? But of course I only have four pages + illustrations + leaving enough space for translations. Oh well. 

Cutting words. Cutting words. Cutting words...

And then, I got to do it all over again with a completely different chapter and a completely different revolution. Yahoo! Sploosh! WOW! I could spend a lifetime studying this!

Twelve chapters, looking at three different sorts of revolution. That's twelve times I got to immerse myself, not counting twelve more in the Other Revolutions pages (a kind of 'if you liked those, how about these?' spread for each section).





One of the parts I particularly enjoyed writing were the slightly sideways questions at the end of each chapter. Questions like:

What use is music in a revolution?

Computers are here to stay. As long as mine works, why think about it?

Might India, Pakistan and Bangladesh reunite some day?

What makes something truly green?

I would try to answer in a way that might lead the reader to think again, and to ask MORE questions. 

And that was always the take home message.


Revolution! written by Joan Lennon, illustrated by Teo Georgiev, published by Templar Books, due out 27 August 2026.

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Friday, 3 July 2026

Fair Isle Filling the Well - Joan Lennon

Like Penny's post a few days ago JULY - and NO DAY WITHOUT A LINE, I too have been filling the well, though I was taken in the opposite direction and as far from the delights of cities as it's easy to get.

Time on Fair Isle has become an essential part of my year. The big skies and the sea that change by the moment, the weather and the birds and the flowers and the people - photos give just the barest flavour of how vivid a place and an experience it is - images and sensations to feed me and my writing until I can return - next year! 












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Wednesday, 3 June 2026

Looking Back at Flamingos - Joan Lennon

Back in 2011, I was thinking about how good books breed more good books. Fifteen years later, it's still true.   


These big birds and children’s authors - what do we have in common?

Is it that both groups are leggy, prone to pink and spectacularly ridiculous-looking? Speaking as a short-legged pink-hater who can only dream of looking spectacularly anything, I’d say no. Is it that people tend to look at us strangely when they meet us at parties? Perhaps, though I can’t remember the last time I encountered a flamingo at a rave. Or, indeed, the last time I went to one myself.

No, I think the thing we have in common is that we are both groups which are better as groups than in isolation. We need each other.

Take flamingos. Flamingos won’t breed unless their numbers are greater than some magic flamingo minimum. Sneaky zoo keepers have got around this by putting big mirrors by their pools so that the birds think there are at least twice as many of their colleagues long-legging it about the place than there really are. And – hey presto – bouncing baby flamingos ensue.

Writers are the same. We don’t thrive in a vacuum. We write better when we are part of a collective of creativity. The more really good children’s books there are, the more there will be. Birds and book-writers alike, we need a community in order to be really pink and glowing.

For, as the saying goes, no flamingo is an island.

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Sunday, 3 May 2026

Stash Tidying - Joan Lennon

 

(Public Domain Pictures)

I've been stash tidying. It's a spring thing. (Yes, cleaning is supposed to be the spring thing, but...) I've been going through stashes of wool from dozens of projects over 40 or so years. I've joined a Facebook page called Sew, Knit, Crochet for the NHS and using up yarn to make twiddle mitts*, newborn hats, bonding squares** and syringe driver bags.*** 






We're not talking Shetland lace here - I've been choosing the simplest possible patterns because if I don't have to think about the stitches, I find I can usefully think about bits of my writing.

Which is the other stash I'm going through. Files and files of stories, poems, novels - some half-finished, some complete. What is resurrectable? What was just an interesting experiment that I'd forgotten all about? What could I finish? What can I tweak and finesse and get out into the world for somebody to read? 

Stashes tidied can become twiddle mitts, baby hats, bonding squares, syringe driver bags, and books, and we can make a connection with people we never meet. We don't know the when, the how or the who but does that make it not real? It's a kind of invisible community. 

And when I've done tidying stashes, THEN I'll get on with cleaning...


(You may already know these things, but they were new to me:

*twiddle mitts - for dementia patients, to soothe and warm restless hands. 

**bonding squares - for premature babies in ICU. Small matched squares help mothers and babies connect when the tubes and incubators get in the way. The mother wears one square next to her skin and the baby has theirs with them, and then the squares are swapped every 12 hours. The scent of the mother comforts the baby, and the scent of the baby encourages the mother's milk production.

***syringe driver bags - for palliative care patients, allowing freedom of movement while keeping up medicine and pain relief.


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Friday, 3 April 2026

Free-wheeling and Unfettered - Joan Lennon

Let me share with you some structures, made by a child, before the tidiness and homogeneity of the world's expectations have come in and said, NO! That's NOT how you do it! It won't be long before the flamboyance is lost and the complete and untrammelled ignoring of physics and general laws of architecture are suppressed.




I'm not dissing physics or the laws of architecture - I'm not an idiot! - I'm just celebrating imagination that is free-wheeling, unfettered and unselfconscious. (Apparently, my room is the one with the blue triangle and the view. I'm chuffed to be invited and will stay as long as it lasts.)

Sir Ken Robinson has insightful things to say about this kind of creativity in children and in human beings generally, which you can access on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/SirKenRobinson) or Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/sirkenrobinson/) and longer talks on Youtube.

And thank you to children for reminding us.


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Tuesday, 3 March 2026

What the no-longer-small boy said - Joan Lennon

I'm looked back a lot lately, reconsidering my writing life. Twelve years ago, this happened:

'The author was packing up after a boisterous session with 5 classes of 8-9 year-olds in a large, echoy gym.  She became aware that someone was quietly trying to get her attention.

It was a small boy.

The boy was bespectacled, goopy-looking, earnest. A boy who did not now, nor probably ever would, find the world his oyster. The author looked at him. It was like looking at a small boy version of her own small self.

The boy looked at the author, as the noise of the dispersing classes swirled around them.  "I keep your books in a box under my bed," he said.  "And when I can't sleep in the night I take one out and read it." 

The author babbled.  She thanked the small boy for saying such a lovely thing and that he couldn't have said anything nicer to her.  Ever. 

"That's all right," said the small boy, and walked away.

The author knows that she cannot go round schools and libraries and festivals saying, "Hello!  I'm an author and I'd like to live under your bed."  But in her heart, she thinks it would be the nicest thing.  Ever.'

What the small boy said to the author - 20 May, 2014

He's 20 now, that small boy. He'll have forgotten that day years ago. But I haven't. Thank you, no-longer-small boy, for letting me be for even a moment a part of your life, and I'm wishing you all the luck in the world.


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Tuesday, 3 February 2026

A Funny Old Journey in Children's Publishing - Joan Lennon

It began back in the 20th century with writing short stories (and I still recommend that as a really useful place to learn, especially for writers who want to write novels) and peddling them to Cricket Magazine. They would take maybe 1 in 3 of what I submitted. Enough success to keep me going.

Stories grew into novels. I had an agent who was, well, useless. And then I was taken on by Fraser Ross Associates. Best move I could have made!

Over the next decade or so, my agent (Lindsey Fraser) worked her tiny socks off, and got my books accepted by different traditional publishers at a rate of 1 or 2 a year. (Different publishers liked different kinds of books from me, so that's the way it went, since I kept writing different kinds of books.)

The grass was green, and time passed.

And then, it stopped. Getting published dried up. I hadn't run out of ideas. I wasn't writing worse (I think I was writing better - well, I mean, it'd be pretty sad to have spent all that time and effort and not got better.) I still finished things on time (I understand that deadlines for writers are hard even when deadlines for publishers are squishy soft), took editing on board, wasn't a diva. I'd done school visits, festival events, taught creative writing workshops, blogged and been polite online. My agent worked hard and harder. But that particular stage had come to an end.

My last YA novel Walking Mountain was traditionally published in 2017. It was nominated for the 2018 Carnegie and went out of print. And though I've gone on writing and my agent has gone on submitting, nobody since has said yes.*

Sound familiar? I know I'm not alone in all this!

So I'm nailing my colours to the mast: once I've finished the current WIP, I will have 2 young adult and 2 adult novels ready and raring to go, and they and I will be setting sail on the sea of self-publishing.

The next stage. Interesting times...**


* I'm talking about children/YA fiction here. Because of a kind invitation from Joan Haig to join her in collaborative non-fiction books, there have been 3 non-fiction yes's from Templar: Talking History, Great Minds, and a solo venture Revolution! (out later this year).

** Since writing this blog, I have been wallowing about in contradictory information and advice about different self-publishing routes - DIY, aggregators, retailers, etc. - and how and if the way the world is going suggests NOT going down the Amazon/Kindle road. Onwards, regardless!


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Saturday, 3 January 2026

Hope by Emily Dickinson - Joan Lennon

Hope

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.



It's a new year. Here's to hope.


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Wednesday, 3 December 2025

Bish, Bash, Bosh - Joan Lennon

It's hard to believe it's nearly a decade since I posted about adjective order in the insane world of English language. Definitely time for another snippet of something that has no immediately obvious good reason behind it, but just sounds right.

Yup, I'm talking about Ablaut reduplication. (Thank you Merriam-Webster's recent Facebook page.)

English words have vowels. If you have a string of three words, you put them in an order where the vowels are 

I - A - O.

If there are only two words, the order of vowel is either

I - A

or

I -O.

Some examples, you ask? Merriam-Webster and the internet are happy to oblige:

tic-tac-toe, Big Bad Wolf, Live Laugh Love, splish splash splosh

click-clack, riff-raff, zig-zag, chit-chat, mish-mash, pitter-patter

King Kong, hip-hop, flip-flop, TikTok, ping pong, ding dong

Go on - swap the order round and hear just how wrong they sound! Dear English, you are bonkers, but we love you anyway.


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Friday, 3 October 2025

Oh my, this is a noisy world (Mr Rogers) - Joan Lennon

Mister Roger's Neighborhood (American spelling) TV series
ran from 1968 to 2001.
His mother knitted his cardigans.

Charlie Rose: Who's made a difference in your life?

Mr Rogers: Oh, a lot of people. But a lot of people who have allowed me to have some silence. And I don't think we give that gift very much any more. I'm very concerned that our society is much more interested in information than wonder. In noise rather than silence. How do we do that? In our business - yours and mine - how do we encourage reflection? ... Oh my, this is a noisy world.

1994/1997 interviews with Charlie Rose

He wasn't part of my childhood, nor my children's, but I'm discovering him now with my grandson. Mister Rogers was a quiet man in a noisy world, and when he spoke, children breathed out, snuggled in and listened. I'm grateful for the chance to spend time with him.

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Wednesday, 3 September 2025

11 Cached Days to do Nothing In - Joan Lennon

This post will appear on the 3rd of September 2025.* It will be a day where, I'm sure, many interesting things will happen and, I hope, I will get a fair old whack of writing done. But if I don't, for whatever reasons, it's quite possible that, even as a lost day, I will be moving the story forward in the dimly lit and largely overlooked bits of my brain. By not writing, I WILL BE ABLE to write another day. 

Empirically, we know that this is true, but it is mostly really hard to believe it. So I am offering you a gift of not one, but ELEVEN extra days where you don't have to achieve ANYTHING. Where do they come from? On the 3rd of September 1752, Britain changed from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar. Instead of the 3rd of September being the 3rd of September, it instantly became the 14th of September. Eleven whole days were passed over. Lost? Or just cached (in the sense of hidden away for later use). Those 11 theoretical days are available to everybody, of course, not just writers, but I feel as if we maybe need them more than many. Take a deep breath and embrace some extra time!

Epictetus not writing (wiki commons)

(He's nothing to do with calendars but I do like his pose - I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ... blast, nothing coming.)

What could you do with your allocation of incorporeal days? Nothing is definitely an option. And, while you're revelling in that extra time, you ARE moving your writing on. Right?

* And it turns out Penny Dolan's post on the 1st strolls through the same ball park!

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Sunday, 3 August 2025

Creativity and Cleese - Joan Lennon

We've all had trouble these last months getting images and videos onto Blogger, but here's another attempt! (Embedded, no less - Tech Granny, me) This speech by John Cleese on the nature and practice of creativity is a gem and worth spending 35 minutes on. If I've failed again, you can follow this link to YouTube and enjoy some wisdom, wit and insights from a ferociously intelligent human being:

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvKeu46jgwo

 


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Thursday, 3 July 2025

Together Again - Joan Lennon

I've recently moved into a small flat of my own and been reunited with books that defined the first 70 years of my life. I wasn't aware of missing them before - I knew where they were and I knew they were safe, and I didn't think about them. But now they are in my bookcases. I can see them, touch them, nod a greeting, and know they are there within arm's reach (it is a VERY small flat) at any time of the day or night.

And I am starting to re-read! Old friends, revisited, that remind me of why they were my friends in the first place. It's a very specific, particular pleasure.


One bookcase - three more in the bedroom

When my mother, who was by then almost completely blind, moved into her last home, she brought all their books with her. Her sitting room was lined with bookcases, filled with books she couldn't read. But they were there, within reach, full of memories from a rich reading life that she'd shared with my father. It made absolute sense she wanted them, old friends, with her. Some of those books are with me now. I guess I'm re-reading for both of us. She'd like that.

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Tuesday, 3 June 2025

The Story is Already There - Joan Lennon

[Still struggling to get Blogger to allow images, videos and even my own photos, and I'm realising just how often I use those things when I've been thinking about what to post over the last, yes, 17 years ... Copy, paste and reformat I can at least still do, so here's a bit of blog from the past.]


Saturday, 13 December 2008

The Statue Inside the Stone - Joan Lennon

I've heard authors speaking about their books as surprising, unlikely, almost miraculous things - their coming-into-being a mysterious process that leaves their creators like first-time parents - gob-smacked, anxious, proud, worried. Possibly appalled. (At the event, of course, not the product.)

For me, it's not so mystical. Even though my books are full of time travel, shape shifting, kelpies and talking ferrets, I try to tell people that I write documentaries, because that's the way it feels. The story is already there, waiting to be told. It's already real. And my job is to let other people know about it. Hand me a chisel and watch the chips fly, sort of thing. (Though the writer has the advantage over the sculptor - we can glue bits back on again if we chop too much.)

Okay, it's not an perfect analogy, but you catch my drift. I hope. It would be interesting to know if other fiction writers are as basically convinced, or perhaps taken-in, by their own creations as I am.

And while on the subject of delusions - do I think my books are as perfect as the statue in the picture? I wish!



4 comments:

Stroppy Author said...

Absolutely, Joan - I have always said that the story is there waiting to be revealed. There's still a mystery about it - where is 'there'? and how did it get there? Is the story just in the ether, since we don't have any stone?

But there is the sense that I just stumbled on this one, and someone else could have stumbled on it instead. If Michelangelo had picked a different lump of stone and maybe Sansovino got that particular one...would they get the same statue out?
13 December 2008 at 08:56


Lucy Coats said...

That's the wonderful mystery of it--how everyday words coalesce into a myriad wonderful forms for us. I love the sculptor image, Joan--always did fancy being Michaelangelo ever since I read 'The Agony and the Ecstasy' when I was about 14. Now I can imagine myself chipping away at a word here and a sentence there to uncover the plot beneath the paper.

Anonymous said...

I've often used the Michelangelo idea when trying to explain my writing to kids.

It is the way it feels though currently I fel as if my editor has taken a hammer to my book's delcate toes!


Nick Green said...

The picture makes me think of those Dr Who monsters...
DON'T BLINK!

Sorry if I lowered the tone there.

I have thought of my books as sculptures, actually, but of something like clay rather than stone. My first stage of writing is heaping up enough clay to work with, i.e. making piles and piles of notes, much of it random nonsense, just to see if any usable material is churned up. Then when it is all there in a big heap, I can start hacking away at it, and hopefully a shape will emerge.

That image suggests that I don't think the story already exists... interesting.

Saturday, 3 May 2025

Is it hard to get a publisher? by Metaphrog

This month, welcome Metaphrog, talking about the windy road to publication. Over to you, John and Sandra!