Dear Diary,
I am very happy to announce that Eggsplats and Mudpie Rainbows is now available for purchase. Its all about stuff that kids love and find fascinating. The book is guaranteed to bring smiles to children and nostalgic memories to adults. Play in the delights of childhood. Find the happy Here!
Dear Diary,
This children’s book began several years ago as disjointed poetry scattered throughout my journal. Over time, a theme emerged. I tweaked them and compiled them into a picture book. I desired just the right kind of pictures, but was unsure exactly what I wanted. Years past before the illustration ideas crystallized and I found the perfect artist to breathe life into the pictures that capture the spirit and mind of a child. I am very happy to be sharing this with you today.
Dear Diary,
Cover Reveal for my children’s book “Eggsplats and Mudpie Rainbows” due out in mid April. A whimsical rhyming parade of stuff that children find unendingly fascinating. Accompanied by amazing illustrations by Mr. Jim Cottage. More sneak peaks to come!
Dear Diary,
I have been working on multiple writing projects and today I am sharing my favorite parts of my revamped children’s picture book “My Favorite Things”. It is a whimsical look at everyday objects through the perspective of children. I am currently shopping literary agents and publishers for this one.
An acorn wears a little hat
for when it’s cold, you know.
And if I plant its head right here,
a forest I will grow.
Bubbles always make me laugh
as they float around.
At times they give a slobbery kiss
and burst without a sound.
Dandelions are sunshine spots
nestled in the ground.
I will gather all I see
then give you what I’ve found.
Eggshells hide a slimy prize.
But what delights me more,
is that moment of surprise
when they end up on the floor.
Grass is a poky, comfy carpet.
Perfect for lots of things-
rolling, digging, crawling
and chasing stuff with wings.
Mud is very nice to apply-
all oozy, cold and smeary.
I would offer you some in a pie,
but your face looks rather leery.
A rainbow sprouts from rain and sun.
I see it floating there.
If you help me find the gold
I promise I will share.
A swing throws me into the air
when I stretch my toes up to the sky.
And imagine where I’d love to go
if I could really fly.
Mr. Turtle, why do you hide your head?
I’m knocking on your shell.
If you come out and play instead
I promise to treat you well.
The vacuum eats dirt and little things
scattered on the floor.
Could it be hungry for my toe?
I worry it wants more.
Wind kisses my face and pulls my hair.
I love to feel it blow.
I like to think if it is strong,
up in the air I’ll go.
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 