Friday, March 02, 2018

My #50PreciousWords 2018 Writing Challenge Entry

I've done it again! I've entered one of those fun #kidlit short-short story contests. This time it is Vivian Kirkfield's #50PreciousWords 2018 Writing Challenge. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. Also feel free to write your own entry and submit it on Vivian's website.

Here's my entry.

If I Ever Get Lost
by Francis S. Poesy (aka Tim Canny)
(50 Words)
Mom said, if I ever get lost,
I should stay put.
Look around for her.
Ask another mom for help.
Look for a police officer.
But nobody is up here.
Maybe she went downstairs.
When I find her I’m going to tell her,
this new house is just too big.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Valentiny Finalists!



Well, I didn't make it into the finals with my Valentiny story, but I am already working it into shape as a full-blown picture-book manuscript, so by my calculations I'm ahead of the game (as long as the game isn't winning the Valentiny contest.)

You should go read the finalists' stories and vote! Now!

Sunday, February 11, 2018

My Valentiny Contest Entry

Here is my entry for Susanna Leonard Hill's Valentiny Writing Contest! Enjoy!

I'm Not A Hugger!
By Francis S. Poesy
(Word Count: 214)

Ugh! Another family gathering, another hug-fest.

Or more like a hug-tastrophe.

"Now when you meet your Great-Aunt Valentine, tell her you are happy to meet her and give her a big hug!"

"I'm not a hugger, Mom."

"Oh, don't be silly, sweetheart. You hug me all the time."

"Uh yeah, you're my mom."

"Well, your great-aunt is family. You should give her a hug."

*I'm not a hugger*

"Don't mumble, dear."

"I've never even met Aunt Valentine! Why should I hug her?"

"Because it's Valentine's day, and it's her 100th birthday party. It would be a nice gesture."

"It's not a nice gesture if she's not a hugger."

"Oh, honey, everyone's a hugger."

*I'm not a hugger*

"Sweetheart, stop mumbling."

I hope Aunt Valentine isn't a hugger.

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"Sweetheart, this is Aunt Valentine! Do you have something to tell her?”

“Happy Birthday, Aunt Valentine. I’m happy to meet you. *I’m not a hugger*.”

“Don’t mumble, dear. Speak up so I can hear you.”

“I’M NOT A HUGGER!”

I kind of yelled that part.

“I’m not much of a hugger, either. In fact I’m about all hugged out. How about a hand shake?”

I took Aunt Valentine’s hand.

She smiled. I smiled back.

She winked at me. I winked back.

I might be a winker!


Friday, February 02, 2018

Would You Read It Wednesday!


Children's book author Susanna Leonard Hill has selected my picture book pitch for her latest installment for Would You Read It Wednesday! Wo0t! Go to Susanna's web site to read the pitch for my first finished picture book manuscript and let me know what you think in the comments on her site! Thanks!

Friday, December 22, 2017

For Sale


My A Rather Round Alphabet Flash/Memory Game cards are now available here.

And the Print-On-Demand version of A Rather Round Alphabet is available here.  You can also find a link there to the Kindle version.



Also, if you are interested in A Rather Round Alphabet buttons or stickers, contact me via email with your mailing address and I'll send some off to you (while supplies last).

And don't forget, only a few more days to enter my Goodreads book giveaway! See the link in the right-hand column.

Monday, October 16, 2017

A Rather Round Contest!

The Kindle version of my Rather Round Alphabet book will be available for free download at Amazon.com from October 16th to October 20th. Go there now and download your FREE copy. While you are there you can also order a copy of the Print-On-Demand version, if you are so inclined. Then come back here and leave a comment saying you have downloaded your copy and be entered to win any number of Rather Round items. I'll be giving away:
Buttons


Stickers


A Set of Flash/Game Cards


A Copy of  the Print-On-Demand Book


To get extra chances, friend me on Twitter, follow my F.S. Poesy Instagram, and my personal Instagram, and tell me that you did in your comment. I'll add an extra chance for each account you follow. I'll also add chances if you share this post on social media and if you follow this page using the button on the right. Just let me know in your comment. I trust you! :)

Also, I'd love it if you checked out my SCBWI BookStop page and maybe left a like and signed the guestbook I'll be picking a winner from those who sign the questbook. And soon I'll be doing a Print On Demand book giveaway on Goodreads if you want to follow me there.


Thursday, July 20, 2017

Remembrance of Moon Day and Slipshod Island

For many, today is Moon Day, the day in 1969 that Neil Armstrong and "Buzz" Aldrin took one giant step for mankind by being the first humans to walk on the moon. But for my good friend, and children's book author, Francis S. Poesy, it is the day that no one remembers. Because while the entire world was focused on the amazing achievement of the moon landing, no one remembers how his home off the northwest coast of Ireland, Slipshod Island, slid back into the ocean after a microseismic event shook it to pieces.


The approximate original location of the now lost Slipshod Island.

Luckily, most occupants of the island were on the mainland to watch the moon landing at a local pub or through the windows of Gilmartin's TV repair shop. But those left on the island were lost to the sea in the geologic convulsions. And this would have been a great tragedy worthy of news headlines except for the fact that all those who stayed behind were selkies and simply transformed back into seals and swam off into the encroaching waters to be with their brethren. But that does not soften the loss of what had been Francis' family's home for centuries.

Francis' mother, Frances Slipshod-Poesy, was the last descendant of the original tribe of Celtic people who settled the island in the 9th century. The Slipshods came from the mainland seeking respite from marauding Vikings. They came with a contingent of monks who built an abbey surrounded by a rough fortress next to the small settlement. The island of Slipshod was virtually a wasteland. However, through hard work, suffering, and reciprocal cooperative relationships with selkies and mudstone sprites, the Slipshod people tugged a living out of the desolate land and the savage waters, while the monks spent their days as scribes, copying ancient texts and histories which they sold on the mainland for profit.

The smartest of the Slipshod children were educated in the abbey where many became monks or nuns. Over the centuries Slipshod Island became known for it scribes, its manuscripts, and its highly educated writers. Francis was educated in the Abbey School until that day in 1969 and he hails from a long line of proud Slipshod writers.

But, to be true, Slipshod was a little and little-known island in the modern space age, where classical learning was no longer valued. By the time the newspapers and reporters found out about Slipshod Island's disappearance, the world had moved on and it was not considered newsworthy. Francis is one of a dwindling few who know, or care, about what happened that day. So, if you raise a glass today to the moon men, please also raise it again in remembrance of the lost island of Slipshod.

Or you could also go to Amazon.com and buy Francis' Kindle book, A Rather Round Alphabet.