Children's Book Festival

October here again, Children's Book Festival - it's a lovely month for children's writers, booksellers, libraries, schools and children all over Ireland. I am someone who finds it hard to switch my brain off from what is happening in the world - I never understand how it is possible for anyone to switch off. Sometimes it overwhelms. Cruelty, bigotry, prejudice, hatred, intolerance, brutality, murder and mayhem. Yup, we have it all. And I am lucky that it just overwhelms me - I do not live it or die because of it.

And what on earth does that have to do with Children's Book Festival. Well ... partly because it helps me to look on the bright side of life - because what I and many other children's authors get to do is to travel to different parts of Ireland and talk to children. Children full of questions, children from all over the world who have through different circumstances ended up here (as have I), children who are only starting out on life. Children whose minds are mostly still open, unshuttered.

And in between them librarians and the wonderful CBI staff who all work so damn hard to make this happen.

This month I'm going to Cork, Clare, Wexford and Carlow and in November to Kildare. And I'm really looking forward to it. Writers and entertainers are not always one and the same thing - writing stories and storytelling do not always go hand in hand. And we all do things differently - I have watched other children's writers present their work to children and have thought, 'nope, I could never do that' But that doesn't matter because I do something else. Part of what I hope to do, as it is where I have lived for most of my life so far, is to bring them to the doorstep of Africa. A vast, beautiful continent that is 'somewhere else' in their lives. To show them what is different and what is the same. To slough off some of the preconceptions. Big aim but if I only achieve ten percent of it I'm happy.

Some snakes made by a class in St Johns when they were reading my first book, The Butterfly Heart

Some snakes made by a class in the wonderful St Johns school when they were reading my first book, The Butterfly Heart

Baobab on way to Kariba

And a baobab tree just because it's my favourite tree .. and that sky!