Friday, 21 October 2016

August 2019 Update!

 Two new picture books out this summer - Save the Day for Ada May! and Scary Mary

I am delighted to announce that I have had two picture books published this summer -  Save The Day for Ada May!, published by lovely Willow Tree Books, hit the bookshelves on 1st August.
There is a wonderful blog tour taking place from 12th August.

This is my first interactive picture book. Whilst there are already interactive books out in the market, which have fun stories and involve children in tapping, tipping and twisting books to move the story along, but I wanted to write a book that was more exciting, more action-packed, ensuring that the child reader would become very involved, having to act really quickly to help save another child. And if it could be funny too, bonus!

In my story, poor Ada May is taken out in her buggy by her older, terribly unobservant brother, who accidentally allows her to head towards all kinds of predicaments. Only the reader can stop her rolling into the river, help her down from the tree, out of the speeding trailer, away from the angry bull, and more, by tipping, twisting and slapping the book, blowing hard, pulling funny faces and much more besides to save Ada May – and her cuddly bunny. But each rescue somehow leads to yet another crisis! Can Poor Ada May be saved? Can the readers truly be heroes?

This book has been beautifully illustrated by Patrick Corrigan, who has created such an endearing Ada May, and whose colourful illustrations really bring out the humour of the story.

My other picture book out this summer is quite different, it is a fun rhyming text called Scary Mary published by Serenity Press in Australia (available for purchase on Amazon). That, too, is beautifully illustrated by Irene King and is about living life to your full potential.

Lots of Early Readers!

I have been very busy in the last two years, writing picture books, but also Early Readers for two lovely publishers - Maverick Press and Franklin Watts and I have had 27 published or due for publication. Among my latest ones are Cara the Cowgirl, Who Will Win the Cup!, The Scary Sleepover, The Detective Club:Buried Treasure and Guard Goose all published by the lovely Maverick Press and The Dinosaur Bone, Goodbye Tessa,  Magic Marcus, A New Friend for Hannah and I Don’t Want Danny Here published by Franklin Watts

They are all intended to be fun stories, all beautifully illustrated and graded by colour to indicate the reading level, starting with Pink for those children who are just starting to read their first books. 

I am thrilled to reveal that my picture book Off to Market!, illustrated by Erika Pal and published by Frances Lincoln  was a runner up in the Dundee Picture Book Awards 2015. It was a lovely occasion and the children who hosted the event and, indeed, chose the winners were quite delightful.

 I am delighted to announce that my picture book, When Betsy Cane to Babysit, illustrated by Zoe Waring and published by Tamarind Press, was read on CBeebies on the Bedtime Hour earlier this year.
 And I have recently had several picture books and Early Readers published, the latest onet being Nothing Can Frighten a Bear published by Nosy Crow on 1st September. 

This book is beautifully illustrated  by Paula Metcalf.  This humorous rhyming text conveys a gentle, reassuring message that’s perfect for young children. 

Snuggled up in bed one moonlight night, Baby Bear is sure he hears a monster outside. Daddy Bear insists there’s nothing scary in the forest and, anyway, nothing can frighten a bear. But as the family of bears set out to make sure, and all vanish one by one, it looks like Daddy Bear might not be as brave as he seems…
This bedtime story is full of comic surprises and gentle reassurance. After all, the things that go bump in the night are never as scary as you might think!

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Sunday, 21 July 2013


Many thanks to the wonderful, enthusiastic and conscientious Year 5 children at St. Edward's Catholic Primary School, Swadlincote, who judged the SCBWI Chalkface Challenge competition and chose the opening extract from Help! I Think I'm An Alien! as a runner-up! 

Help! I Think I'm An Alien! 

Chapter One
It comes to me in a blinding flash on my 12th birthday.
Like being struck by a sonic screw-driver and a jet of ice-cold water all at the same time.
           Suddenly the tiny portion of my brain that works zooms up twenty-zillion levels. And I know.  Just like that.  Something that’s so blindingly obvious I can’t believe I haven’t seen it in the whole of my twelve years, two hours, ten minutes and thirty-two seconds on this planet.
I’m different.
I’ve always known I’m different, of course. You can’t live with a family who thinks that football is less important than world peace without realising they’re not like you. But when Dad says he doesn’t see the point of ice-cream cake and Mum and my brothers agree, suddenly it hits me. Not the cake. Well it does,but that comes later. My family are all incredibly, unbelievably different to me. 
Me                                                                                  My Family
Loves ice-cream cake                                              Fave cake is stodgy fruit cake!!
Loves playing any sport especially football          Thinks a ball is what you throw
                                                                               for  a dog (or Cinderella)                                                                                                                                                           
Loves solving real-life crime mysteries                Loves solving silly crosswords
Loves watching football, tennis, rugby, cricket,   Only sport they like is silly pigeons            snooker, cycling, athletics, basketball        getting lost
Thinks garden is for playing football in              Thinks garden is for growing  
                                                                               perfect lawns and  keeping silly   
                                                                               pigeons in (see above)                                                             
Brilliant eyesight, braces                                      Half-blind, perfect pearly-white  
Serious – though brothers can be Fun                     incredibly  immature                                                  
Hates lessons and being inside                              Permanently glued to computers 
                                                                                even in summer except when 
                                                                                watching silly racing pigeons
Adores burgers, sausages and chips                       Loves curries so hot they burn                                            
                                                                                through your mouth
Invaded by spots                                                     Oh-so perfect skin
Thin  -  like stick insects                                       Round  -  like  Teletubbies

            “Here, Charlie, let’s take a photo of everyone happy together on your birthday – before you discover we forgot to buy you a birthday cake!” Dad cries and everyone giggles. That’s another thing – my family’s sense of humour. It’s the pits. Totes.
“Smile!” Dad cries. Suddenly there’s a flash.
“Nice one!” he grins and hands me the camera. And then it’s there before my eyes. Digital confirmation. Irrefutable proof. Me... and them.
I’ve never cared what I look like, never gazed adoringly at my reflection in mirrors like girls (and let’s face it – some boys!) do. Just as well, with my face. Of course I’m thinner than the rest of my family, but I always thought that’s because they devour each meal like they’re never gonna eat again. But their hair and eyes and smiles all match. They have great big furry caterpillars for eyebrows. I’m the odd one out.
I have to tell Will. Right now. I dash up to the bathroom, pulling out my new mega-cool mobile. Dad gave it to me earlier, as a surprise birthday present, despite Mum’s opposition to mobiles and 12-year old boys. It’s the mobiles she objects to, not the boys. I think... Then again, maybe not...
Hurriedly, I shut the door. I’m not sure Mum knows about the phone. Dad said it was just for emergencies. I didn’t realise I’d need it the very first day. In my own home.
I sit on the loo. My fingers are shaking so much, I can hardly punch in Will’s number. As a founder member of KIDS – Kray-Z’s  Incredible Detective Services, I’ve longed for a tricky mystery to solve. And all the time here it was, waiting for me, right under my nose. Well, in my nose! No, not the bogeys! The nose itself. It’s big. Embrassingly so. Especially compared to the lovely small ones my parents and brothers have.
But Will just doesn’t see it. My problem – not my nose.
            “Kray-Z!” he cries down the phone almost deafening me. “You’re getting old! Becoming 12 has warped your brain!”
 “But I’m the complete opposite of everyone in my family! You should see this photo!”
“Send it over!”
“I can’t...”
I’m not a techno-wizard like the rest of my family. Suddenly nothingabsolutely nothing, seems to link me to them.
 “Look, Kray-Z,” Will argues, “sometimes people in the same family look different “I’m sure I’m Sam’s brother, but we don’t look the same – thank goodness.”
“Will! Of course you don’t! Sam’s only three...”
“Exactly!” he interrupts.
“...and a girl!”
“And over-fond of pink. I mean, can you see me in pink? And skirts? With bunches in pink ribbons?”
I can, actually.
But I have more important things on my mind right now.

750 words 

Monday, 27 February 2012

 Once upon a time Elizabeth Dale dreamed of being a writer, but maybe because the wicked fairy wasn’t invited to her christening, she was led astray into the strange, confusing world of studying for a physics degree and managing the health service. Finally she came to her senses and began her writing career  labouring on a portable typewriter with keys that jammed, battling with re-writes, tippex and carbon paper to produce her big novel  that no-one wanted to publish. Vowing never again to spend so much effort writing something nobody wanted to publish, she bought a computer and quickly progressed to writing teenage and adult magazine fiction, which both shared the same major attractions – they were much shorter and far more fun.  After her three daughters were born, she was re-introduced to the amazing world of children’s books which, as well as being short and even more fun to write, came with the wonderful bonus of allowing her to stop pretending to be grown up and stay a child at heart.
Her three daughters have now grown up and two of them - Katie Dale and Jenny Jinks are a children's author, too.
Elizabeth lives in rural West Sussex, where she sits with her laptop keeping her knees warm and looks out at the garden, letting her imagination run riot, exploring the child within and trying never to grow old.
She has had over 2000 stories (teenage and adult) published all over the world, and has had  over 70 children's books published/commissioned.