I am rapidly approaching the launch of my children’s book:
Pog and the King’s Armour.
As well as being a departure from my normal fantasy realms, it is a genuinely important book for me.
Over the next few weeks, I want to blog a little about Pog and how the story developed.
So where did Pog come from?
Back in 2014 I came off my motorcycle and mashed my shoulder muscles. The surgeon did a great job of putting me back together, but that meant I had to rest and gradually strengthen my arm. So, instead of our usual Greek holiday riding a scooter all over the place, I had to sit by the pool and rest.
I watched the kids. Most of them were more interested in going back to their rooms to play games on their phones, ipads and tablets. They had no interest in the playground near the pool. I listened to exasperated parents pleading with them to ‘Just stay outside for a time.’
I started trying to plot a world where games were more important. A place where everybody had to play them. Not computer games, but games involving physical movement.
I then needed a boy to take into my new world.
Perry was born.
A great kid who loved his grandmother, loved visiting her and loved playing in the woods.
The brakes went on and the sound effect of a needle scratching across the record played in my head. How boring was this?
Boom, Perry vanished and Pog appeared.
He hated outdoors, hated being at gran’s and really disliked activity.
Meet Peregrin Otis Grimshaw. This was a kid I could write a story about!