Hi there! Thanks so much for inviting on your blog. What a great idea to have a blog for young writers. When I was growing up we didn't have blogs – we didn't even have computers! Can you imagine that? Yep, that was the olden days, where I rode around in a horse and cart (no, not really – we had cars by then) and everything I wrote was by hand. Sometimes I still prefer to write my stories by hand. I always carry a notebook with me because you never know when a good idea is going to come to you. My notebooks are full of ideas: things I remember from my childhood, drawings, snippets of conversations I may have heard, even cuttings from newspapers and magazines that interest me. Sometimes I might even begin a story in my notebook, then when I feel it begin to take shape, I'll begin to type it out on my computer. A notebook is a great place to practice your writing. Because, like everything, if you want to be good at something, what do you have to do? Yep, that's right – practice! Imagine if you were a runner and you turned up on race day to run your 100 metre sprint without having done any practice. You wouldn't do your best run, would you? Well, writing is just the same. The more you practice in your notebook, the more likely it is that when you do finally sit down at the computer, the ideas will flow. The more you write, the better you get at writing. Good luck! And have fun.

Best wishes,

Sally Rippin

www.sallyrippin.com

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

The butterfly and the cat


On a very summery day a girl bought her cat to the meadow.  Flying around there was a beautiful butterfly.  The cat got annoyed so the cat caught the butterfly.  The butterfly tickled the cat’s paw.  “Please let me go, I might help you one day.” “Ha Ha Ha,” the cat giggled.  “A little butterfly like you couldn’t help a big cat like me.”  The butterfly flew off into the distance.  The cat was walking finely with her eyes closed.  The cat got stuck on the branch of a tree.  The butterfly saw the cat stuck in the tree.  The butterfly flew as fast as she could until finally she reached the cat.  “Stop,” said the cat.  “You can’t help me,” said the cat. “Yes I can, with my antenna.  See a little butterfly like me can help a big can like you.”  And they became friends forever.
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