Monday, 10 July 2017
The Terrible Troublesome Troll is back!
So pleased that my book The Terrible Troublesome Troll is available again. First published by Scholastic UK it is a big favourite of mine. You can buy it through the Albury Books online shop, or through the shop page of my own website. It's easy!!
Monday, 6 February 2017
Charlie Small Jakeman's Mechanimal Posters NOW AVAILABLE!!
CHARLIE SMALL CHARLIE SMALL CHARLIE SMALL CHARLIE SMALL CHARLIE
These marvellous mechanimal posters are now available through The Phoenix Comic Website. There are two fabulous designs and make a perfect birthday present. Just copy and paste this link: https://www.thephoenixcomic.co.uk/product/jakemans-marvellous-mechanimals-posters/
Monday, 30 January 2017
Giant Trumps!
Giant Trumps! Some time ago, I wrote this rhyming children's story to
present to my publisher. It hasn't been taken up yet, but now I think
Giant Trumps has echoes of another Trump, who might be equally
destructive!
Giant
Trumps!
© Nick Ward
Giant
Trumps should have known better,
Than to
eat so many beans,
If he’d
stuck to plain bread and butter,
He
wouldn’t have caused such a scene.
But he ate
a whole barrel of beans,
And his
tummy began to complain,
Then, all
of a sudden he let go such a parp,
He created
a small hurricane.
Kaboom!
went his bottom, Boof! went his pants,
And a
terrible wind did roar,
‘Pardon
me,’ said the giant, blushing quite pink,
As the
parp blew down his front door!
The
powerful parp raced over the fields,
Toppling
cattle and rooting up trees,
It lifted
the roofs off houses and churches,
And
brought strong men to their knees.
Pigs flew
through the air, dogs soared in the sky,
On the
giant’s tremendous trump,
But, as
soon as the wind had passed on by,
They fell
back to earth with a bump!
When the
parp arrived at the seaside,
People
were whooshed out over the waves,
Ships were
tossed about on the briny;
Nervous
sharks hid in undersea caves.
The
giant’s parp roared on to the arctic,
Where it
blew away all of the snow,
Polar
bears had to take up sunbathing,
And the
yeti had nowhere to go.
Desert
camels got lost in a sandstorm,
Whole
jungles were knocked down flat,
(‘Crumbs!’
said a gorilla holding his nose,
‘I wonder
who-on-earth would do that!’)
Giant
Trump’s parp travelled right round the world,
Until it
ended up where it had started,
‘Phoar!’
said the giant. ‘Someone has parped –
I think
it’s time I departed!’
©Nick Ward
Monday, 7 November 2016
Some time ago, I was asked to comment on the research I did for my books. This is what I wrote:
I
was a bit daunted when I read that the topic of this new round of blogs was an
experience had, or research done, in order to write about it. Research? Blimey,
I thought. That sounds a bit serious for the sort of books I write! Then,
thinking more closely, I realized that I do
sort of research my books, even if it’s on quite a superficial level. I am
often getting to a point in a story when I realize I have strayed into an area
I know little about, or I get halfway through an illustration before I wonder what
the thing I’m drawing really looks
like!
Then, it’s a trawl along my bookshelves or, more
frequently now, a session on the internet that can supply me with visual
reference, (sometimes dubious) historical facts, or just a feel for a place or
people.
When I wrote about Jakeman’s Patented Steam-powered
Rhinoceros in Charlie Small’s first adventure, Gorilla City, I had the image of Durer’s famous woodcut of a rhino
at the back of my mind. I had always admired this anatomically inaccurate beast
(Durer never actually saw a rhinoceros) and when I came to illustrate my
mechanical rhino, I used his incredible drawing as reference.
Similarly, when I began to write about Wild Bob
Ffrance, leader of the Daredevil Desperados Of Destiny (a later adventure of
Charlie’s) I turned to one of the most famous outlaws of all, Billy The Kid.
I wasn’t trying to make Wild Bob look like Billy,
but I wanted the ‘feel’ to be right. And, as so often happens with me, a few
minutes looking up a picture reference turned into finding out more about Billy
The Kid, downloading an audio-biography and buying books on the Wild West,
always a favourite period of mine since studying American History at school (so
long ago, it’s almost an historical period in itself!) Learning about Billy’s
involvement with The Regulators during the Lincoln County Wars, gave me lots of
background detail that I could use to colour my gang of ne’er-do-wells.
Secondhand bookshops supply me with a great deal of
quirky research material, and a book I bought over thirty years ago finally
earned its 10p price tag. The Cowboy, by
Ross Salmon (published 1952) told me just how a lariat is thrown – vital
information for when Wild Bob teaches Charlie various cowboy skills! It also
supplied a handy cowboy dictionary. Priceless.
When I’m developing a character in one of my
stories, I like to find the right name for them as early as possible. It needs
to fit the person I’m writing about, reflect their character in some way. Wild
Bob Ffrance might not sound like an obvious name for a cowboy living outside
the law, but it was taken from a great, great uncle I’d discovered whilst
researching my family history.
Yes, I know family history’s a bit nerdish, but I
started looking into it casually about ten years ago, and I’m afraid it quickly
became a bit of an obsession. One of the most colourful characters I discovered
was Robert Wilson Ffrance, the illegitimate son of the Squire of Rawcliffe in
Lancashire, who inherited the family estate and a huge annual income at the age
of 19 and promptly began to lead a life of total dissipation. He was already
known as The Mad Squire, Mad Jack and the Rawcliffe Infant, before marrying my
great grandfather’s sister and his life would make a book in itself – perhaps I
should write it!
He was up in court and in the papers on a regular
basis for, amongst other things, setting fire to an occupied windmill to
celebrate bonfire night; ducking the solicitor sent to defend him in a horse
trough; riding two horses to death in a non-stop dash from the south coast to
London; allegedly shooting a pack of hounds for a bet; stealing large amounts
of jewellery; badger baiting; fighting – oh, you couldn’t make it up!
So, when I was looking for a name for the wild
leader of a band of young desperados, dear old uncle Bob sprang immediately to
mind. I don’t know if any of this counts as proper research, but these are the
sort of things I turn to, dipping in and out of a variety of sources often
halfway through a paragraph, to help build the foundations of a character or
story.
Thursday, 4 August 2016
Monday, 4 April 2016
Great News for Superbot!!
SUPERBOT has flown into the @TeachPrimary New Children's Fiction Award shortlist! Huzzah! http://bit.ly/1MSxuqn
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