Just a quick note to let you know that I am having a sale of three of my backlist titles over on Ebay.
I have Doggy Duo for $5
Pemberthy Bear for $15
and Snowy’s Christmas for $10
So head over and pick up a bargain – or, if you’d prefer to by direct, send me an email.
It’s Friday, which means it’s time for Poetry Friday – the first one for 2017 and my first one for a while, having had a busy end to 2016. My resolution for 2017 is to smile more, but I’m also thinking this means I should be trying to make other people smile, so I am going to try to share more poetry this year.
It’s Summer here in Australia, which means trips to the beach, swims in the pool, beautiful blue skies – I could go on. I love summer. But one thing I don’t like is the smell of rubbish bins left out in the sun. On one of my recent beach trips I stopped to put something in the bin. The smell when I lifted the lid was gross: bait, food, rubbish of all kinds. It was like the worst belch ever. It reminded me of this poem, which I wrote a few years back.
Smelly Sentry
Green soldier
standing tall
and alone.
Closed up
you seem so harmless
but still
I approach with caution.
I know
when I lift that lid
your stench
will overpower me
as you belch
last week’s fish
and yesterday’s onions.
(Copyright Sally Murphy 2017)
Gross hey? Instead of a photo of a stinky bin, I offer you this completely unrelated but pretty awesome video of a dolphin which came to check me out recently. It was a magic moment.
Poetry Friday this week is hosted by Teacher Dance. Head there later for the roundup check out the other poetry goodness on off on the blogosphere.
In the meantime, have a great Friday.
What a great start to the year! I am loving 2017. Yesterday it was the release of Something Fishy. Today, it’s the discovery that my forthcoming junior novel, Looking Up, is on the Fremantle Press website.
So I figured it was a time to do a cover reveal here on the site. So, drumroll please [ba bump ba bump ba bump ba bump ba bump), here, ladies and gentlemen is the beautiful cover of Looking Up:
The cover artwork is amazing, isn’t it. The illustrator, Aska, is so very talented!
Every new book is special to me, but there is something super lovely about being published by Fremantle Press. I have been submitting to them ever since I started writing for children. And, finally, I sent them the right book at the right time. Hooray!
Looking Up will be released in April this year. I can’t wait!
Welcome to 2017! It really doesn’t seem so long since we were celebrating the arrival of 2016. Or even the year 2000 for that matter. Time flies when you’re busy living life.
In 2017 I plan to be healthier, and to make the most of every day to write, read, share poetry and, beyond that, to enjoy life.
And what better way to start the year than with the release of a new book? That’s right Sage Cookson’s Fishy Surprise is out now! This time Sage (and her parents) are off to the beach – which is quite appropriate because right now is the best time of year for beaching here in Australia, and I’ve been getting my fill, too.
Fishy Surprise is available now from good bookstores, including Booktopia.
Happy New Year!
Yesterday I bought myself a new, funky diary for the new year which is rapidly approaching.
My next goal is to fill it up with lots of school visits and festivals and lunches and writing workshops and poetry performances. Basically, I want to spend lots of time in 2017 talking. As you can see from this photo:
I don’t dress like this every day – but sometimes dressing up helps me feel authorly.
And this one:
Without an editor, I might still be throwing my hands in the air!
And even this one:
I love getting out and about talking about my books, answering questions, and speaking to audiences big and small, young and not-so young. So if you’d like me to visit your school, library, writers group, festival, luncheon or anything else you can think of in 2017 (or beyond), now’s the time to get in touch.
Spotted these dolphins at Hillarys Boat Harbour and, of course, had to photograph them. Have a great Monday.
