My partner had given me two years’ safe passage – call it a sabbatical, he had said – where he had supported me fully, generously, indulgently, so that I can write my magnum opus.  Within this loving and secure cocoon (he had never once questioned my spending),  I won a literary award for the prequel to Catching Infinity, and the manuscript is now with an agent. It will take at least 18 months before it hits the shops and I am still working hard with the editors to polish up the 100,000 words.

In the meantime, I thought I would write my final book as a tribute to he who had healed me with his generosity, love and kindness. I wanted my last book (before I go back to work) to be a book that works for both adults and children, and more importantly, I want the book to have the potential to change life. I wanted a book that moved hearts and mend broken bits.

The inspiration came from one book that I was given, Cynthia Rylant’s Life (available on Kindle).

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And so I began on Viggo with a very talented illustrator. I had to keep my word count to below 600!

“Tell me what you see,” my talented illustrator urged, trying to excavate deep into my heart. “Tell me what moves you.”

I see a little boy, a thin scrawny kid. He is 8 years old. His mother had just passed away. He stands outside his house in Amsterdam. He is about to begin a new life in England. Come, grow with him. See the man he has become

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