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 giraffe and the bird


Deep in the heart of the African jungle there lived a sweet loving bird and a mean old giraffe.  The giraffe and the bird were enemies.  They hated each other.  Never talked or played together.

One day the giraffe was just frolicking around, playing in the trees, munching on leaves.  Suddenly as the giraffe was playing in the tree, his neck got stuck.  Bernie, the giraffe cried out “HELP ME” No one came.  It was a DISASTER.

The sweet loving bird heard the annoying scream.  She knew whose scream it was, it was Bernie’s.  Ha! I’m not helping that selfish giraffe she thought to herself but then she thought to again “Maybe I should help him” Fluffy the bird, flew over to Bernie and asked him, “Do you want me to help you?” “Okay” So Fluffy pecked all of the leaves away and Bernie was free.

“Thank you” gulped Bernie. “Well you’re welcome.” “Do you want to be friends?”  They asked each other.  “Okay” So they happily walked away, best friends.
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