Nine hundred and fifty-one words and I have finished writing the introduction to my new book THE LONELY GHOST.
I have not written a book for children since the mid 1990's. Getting back into the genre is not proving easy but as I progress with the story I think I will get into it OK.
The first book I ever published was for my son Peter's 12th birthday. I am now writing this book for his two daughters, my granddaughters. Katherine here on the right and her sister Frances who can be seen below.
That book I wrote for Peter, Peter's magic Fountain Pen, is a time travel story. The Lonely Ghost will also be a story where the two main characters, Katherine and Frances, will have adventures in time.
Here's Frances. I do love these two so much.
Daniel is the Lonely Ghost. I grabbed this picture from the internet to help me build his character in my mind.
So this is what I have written in those first 951 words.
GOTHIC
FOLLY:
“Is
it ever going to stop raining ? “ Katherine said, “I want to get
outside and play.”
“It's
raining cats and dogs,” her sister giggled. “Woof, woof, meow”
“You've
been reading Paddington Bear little Frances.”
“I
aint little.”
“You
are and you have been reading Paddington Bear, he talks about the
weather, cats and dogs. Lovely weather for ducks !”
It
had not been a good start to the summer holidays. The sisters liked
school but they liked even better not having to go to school. Why
couldn't it rain on school days and save the sunshine for the
holidays ?
Nine
year old Katherine was playing hairdressers grooming every doll and
teddy bear in the home. Seven year old Frances was lining up a heard
of plastic sheep. “The animals went in two by two,” she started
to sing.
“There
were only two sheep on Noah's Ark, your got at least twenty there.”
“I
don't remember being taught at school that Captain Noah had teddy
bears and Barbie Dolls on his floating zoo.”
The
girls were bored. Daniel was not bored, he was lonely. Katherine and
Frances had been bored for four days, Daniel had been lonely for four
hundred years.
Girls,
the weather forecast for tomorrow says it will not be raining. If
it's right we are all going out for the day. Frances flock of sheep
and Katherine's teddy bears gave a cheer. A cheer of delight, the
teddies were fed up with having their hair combed and everyone knows
sheep do not mark in a like like tin soldiers !
The
weather forecast was right, absolutely right. It did not rain.
“Look
at that up on the hill,” Katherine said. “Isn't it strange don't
you think ?”
“It's
not strange, it's spooky,”her younger sister replied. “Come on
Dad let's go up there and have a look.”
With
an end to the summer rain, perhaps a temporary end the family was
spening the day at the National Trust's gardens in Stowe.
“Who
lives here ?”
“Nobody
lives here Frances,” Dad explained. “This whole park used to be
the home of The Duke of Buckingham.”
“He
lived there then, in the Spooky House ?”
“No.
The Duke lived in the big house on the other side of the park.”
“If
I was The Duke I would live here in the Spooky House, I bet that
would have been fun. Wooooo.”
“It's
just a folly, It's called The Gothic Folly,” Dad explained.
“Katherine”
said, trying to show off her knowledge. “Folly means silly doesn't
it ?”
“So
it's silly and spooky,” her younger sister giggles. “I like
things that are silly.”
The
Gothic Folly was certainly not silly but it was spooky. The gardens
at Stowe were enormous, the sisters could spend a month exploring and
not see everything. It must have been fantastic to have been the Duke
of Buckingham and to have lived in such a place. There were not many
people who had climbed up the hill to the folly but among those where
there were sheep, lots and lots and lots of sheep grazing on the
grass in the adjacent field. There were many more sheep than the
number of plastic farm animals Frances had been playing with at home.
Standing looking at the sheep was a young boy, a little bit older
than Katherine perhaps he was dressed in rather strange clothes. As
they were leaving the folly he turned and smiled at the sisters.
“That
is a big house,” Katherine said. “Is it called Buckingham House
?”
“No,”
Dad explained. “This is Stowe House where The Duke lived when he
was here in the country. Buckingham was in London, he stayed there
when he was in town. Buckingham House is now Buckingham Palace.”
“The
queen lives there,” Frances smiled as she showed off her general
knowledge.
They
had not seen him as they walked from the folly to the big house but
as they looked at the enormous home of The Duke of Buckingham he was
there again,when the girls noticed him he smiled.
Leaving
the house they walked through an area of woodland. Katherine tried to
name the different kinds of trees by looking at the leaves. Frances
was more interested ib seeking how many squirrels she could count as
they walked along.
Near
to the entrance to the park there is a cafe, the girls pestered their
parents for something to eat. “I want some ice cream,” Frances,
“ chocolate ice cream.”
“Apple
pie and custard for me,” Katherine chose.”
She
did not say it but thought her sister's choice was boring.
There
he was again, the boy with the strange clothes ! Was he following
them ? What was that strange hat ? He had taken it off and put it on
the table where he was sitting. Neither of the girls had ever seen
anyone wear a hat like that before. What ion earth was he drinking ?
Neither of them thought they could ever swallow such a strange thing.
“We
are going to walk round the lake before we go home.”
It
is a big lake and both girls were tired when they got into the car to
head home. They did not see the boy again while they walked round the
lake. They could see that folly, the spooky folly up on the hill. It
had made a firm impression in their minds.
SQUIRREL
WOOD:
Both
Katherine and Frances slept well that night. When they awoke in the
morning it was raining again.
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