Michael and the Magic Hiccup – The Illustrations

For the longest time I’ve wanted to illustrate my children’s books, but never really thought I had the talent to do so myself. However, during the lockdowns last year I began painting again, and was rather surprised at the results. That’s why when Boris and his clowns announced this latest house arrest, I thought I’d dig out an old fairy-tale I wrote back in my twenties and attempt to draw some artwork to accompany the story.

22 Illustrations Later…

It helped knowing the characters inside and out, and having already recorded all of their voices for a reading I did twenty-something years ago. I have to say, it was jolly good fun. Here’s one I’m most proud of…

The Princess’s Birthday Party

Part Two Coming Soon

Stay tuned for the second sample of the story – with some more illustrations. I’m awaiting my proof from the printers, and hope to publish the hard copy of Michael and the Magic Hiccup some time in March. Pre-order your Kindle copy here: pre-order page.

Michael and the Magic Hiccup – Sample One

New Children’s Book Coming Spring 2021

Here’s the first part of a new children’s story I’ll be releasing later this year. Subscribe to my blog to stay up-to-date on the release date. I’ll be uploading the next section and some more pictures later this month, and hope to have the final version ready for mid-March. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please let me know in the comments below. If you’d like, why not print off the first picture and colour it in – I’ll love to see how it looks once you’re finished.

The Adventure Begins…

Michael was bored. He was always bored. Today, more than ever, he was especially bored. It had been raining constantly for over a week now. Not just the normal, drizzly rain, but that cold, grey rain that made everything look even more dull and boring. Nothing exciting ever happened when it rained, in fact the only thing that happened when it rained like this was that things got wet, very, very wet. That was exactly what was happening to Michael, because Michael was a garden gnome, a very wet and very bored garden gnome.

If he’d had a choice in the matter, he would much rather have been a knight, or an explorer, or an adventurous snail, or anything else for that matter, as long as it wasn’t a garden gnome. But he didn’t have a choice, so there he was, Michael, the garden gnome, stood in the front garden of Mr and Mrs Poops, very wet, and very bored. Year after year he stood there alone in his silly red hat, bright green tunic, dark blue trousers, black rubber wellington boots and, not forgetting, his very stupid fishing rod with the plastic goldfish dangling boringly from his fishing line. About the most exciting thing that ever happened to him was Mr and Mrs Poops’ Ginger Tom that would come and sniff at him every once in a while. It really was a boring life being a garden gnome.

The old couple weren’t so bad. Mr Poops had long since retired as the town’s local bank manager, and spent most of his time tinkering in the garden or in his potting shed. Mrs Poops, who Michael thought must be going a little mad, spent most of her time stroking her ginger cat, or stranger still, talking to it! As if a cat could understand what she was talking about. Mr Poops had long since stopped paying attention to his wife, choosing instead to talk to his favourite garden ornament.

Michael really was getting fed up of standing there in the pouring rain. He hadn’t seen anyone for days now. Not even the Ginger Tom had come out to have a sniff at him. He hadn’t even seen the postman come up the pathway to deliver their daily mail. If it didn’t stop raining soon, Michael thought he would have to do something rather drastic. He didn’t know what that would be, but he had a great deal of time to think about what he might do. Most of all he longed for some kind of adventure.

Michael was bored, wet, cold, and tired. Having been out in the cold rain for so long, the stupid goldfish had filled with water, which made his arms ache from holding the heavy fishing rod. Worst of all, Michael could feel himself coming down with a cold! He felt like just throwing down the rod and running away. Just then he felt a strong need to sneeze:

“Ha- Ha- Ha…”

Oh, he hated that, when you could feel a sneeze coming, but it didn’t!

“Ha- Ha- Ha – HICCUP!”

Michael couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t sneezed, but hiccupped! What was all that about? How very strange. Had he been out in the cold too long that his mind was playing tricks on him? Even the silly goldfish looked surprised that he hadn’t sneezed. Then he got the feeling again:

To Be Continued…

The story doesn’t end there, it’s only just begun. Stay tuned for the next section, which I’ll be posting up later this month. Let me know in the comments section what you think about it so far. Pre-order your copy here.

New Children’s Book Coming Soon!

It’s been a bit peaceful over here on my blog, as I’ve been distracted promoting my charity Christmas song on my band website, but my writing and artwork projects have still been simmering in the background.

Michael and the Magic Hiccup – Coming Soon!

Although I wrote this story back in 1998 before I emigrated to the US, like many of my other works that have only been more recently published, this too slipped through the cracks. In my twenties as an up-and-coming writing sensation, having written ‘Eric, the Brick‘, I had bragged that I could write a story about anything. I was challenged to write this story by a close associate at the time based upon five random words/ items: a goldfish, a teapot, a broom, a ginger cat, and  a dragon. The obvious solution was a fairy-tale about a common or garden gnome!

Here’s a sneak peek at a draft idea for some of the cover art:

Colour cover draft

Stay tuned, as I’ll be posting up other artwork and a sample chapter to read as the weeks progress. Naturally I will let you all know when the book is finally available for pre-order in due course. Read a sample of the book here: First Sample

When The Rainbow Smiled – Feedback

One of the nicest things about being a writer for me is getting responses from my young readers. Sure, it’s fun to spend time creating new stories and doing the artwork, but that feeling fades with time, and is often overshadowed with the real hard work of promoting and marketing the work afterwards. That’s what makes it especially wonderful when I get feedback. Most of all it’s the best when my works inspire young people to get creative and either write their own stories, or draw pictures. Look at the wonderful artwork I received today…

Natalie rainbow 2 (2)

Natalie rainbow 2 (1)

Inspired by my work When The Rainbow Smiled available from Amazon.

Christmas Is Coming: Buy Our Song!

With under a month until Christmas, we’re spreading some Christmas cheer and trying to raise money for the struggling pub trade who have been unfairly penalised by the UK government’s mishandling of this so-called dangerous panic-demic.

Click on the link below to hear the song and watch our video, if you like it, please subscribe to our channel, and click on the link to buy the song!

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SAVE OUR PUBS – Support Our Song For Christmas!

I’m sorry it’s been a little quiet over here recently, but ALL my energies have gone into my Christmas song, “I Got P*$$ed with Santa Claus” by Tone Def Tony, to help bail out the pubs that are being unfairly, unjustly, and unethically crucified this year due to Government incompetence, shooting-from-the-hip restrictions, and padding their own pockets and livelihoods!

If you want to support and keep up-to-date, follow me here: http://www.free-santa.com

And you can watch our rather funny, Benny Hill meets Monty Python music video shot and edited in under a week for less than a tenner below:

A Suicide Note To The Masses

Most suicide notes begin with goodbye. Mine begins with forgiveness. If I was brave enough, I would strap all the explosives I could find to myself, invite all the bad people of the world to meet with me, spend all the money I had on the best food and wine, and blow them all away!

But I don’t, and I can’t. Still, I want to exit this life.

How can I do it with grace?

I’m disgusted with the world and the people that live on it. I want nothing to do with you. You disgust me!

The only colour of the human race is LOVE…

The only religion of the human race is LOVE…

The only nationality of the human race is LOVE…

The only thing we have is LOVE…

Those that disagree… I say to you, look within, if you don’t have that to give away, turn away…! Go away! Leave our planet and leave us in peace! There’s a place for you on Mars.

I’ll die. I’ll gladly die, fighting for a truly free planet, where all peoples, all beliefs, all colours, all opinions, all sizes, all sexes, all things are judged equally. That’s worth dying for!

 

#BlackLivesMatter: Food For Thought…

Let me begin by stating that irregardless of the colour of your skin, your political or religious beliefs, your age, your sex or sexuality, ALL LIVES ARE IMPORTANT. That said, since the world appears to have gone completely insane this year, first with the SARS-CoV-2 madness which hasn’t killed the millions it was ‘profiled’ to, but has caused global economic chaos that will have to be paid for somehow, and second by the latest wave of protests responding to the unfortunate death of George Floyd in the US, I simply had to express my own commentary.

Red wine glassFrom the safety of my home, with a nice glass of Malbec red wine, I am conducting my own protest against injustice, but not breaking any lock down instructions nor endangering any other lives, including law enforcement officials. You can join me in my peaceful protest, if you feel the urge:

#RedWineMatters

Although it is a fundamental right for all citizens of this world to have and express their own opinions, and even manifest that in PEACEFUL protesting where other lives are not endangered, utilizing the logic of current protestors, should we also all come out in protest the next time a white criminal is killed by the police, or for that matter when a black criminal rapes and kills a defenseless old lady in her own home?

Additionally, IF Black Lives MATTER so much, as these protestors insist on chanting with such great enthusiasm, how many of them have actually gone to AIDS-infested Africa and volunteered to help? How many are prepared to be part of the solution rather than perpetuate the problem of racial unrest? How many are prepared to protest and work towards actually protecting Black Lives in Africa (and elsewhere in the world) by helping stamp out Tuberculosis, Cholera, Typhoid, AIDS, etc.?

My point…? Stop responding to spoon-fed sound bytes and following the ‘sheeple’, do your research, understand your TRUE history, and if you want to stop discrimination and not fuel further racism you have to be the solution you seek. ALL crimes are wrong. If Black communities want to improve their standing in society they have to respect where they live, help law enforcement stamp out the criminals and drug dealers, stop feeling entitled to things they haven’t earned, and actually participate in making this a better world for everybody.

Stop feeling so put upon and hard done by! Since you are no longer slaves, stop acting like one, and take ownership of your life! History is filled with ‘heroes’ you can research that have come from a ‘poor’ background, people who have chosen to take control of their lives and overcome adversity, learn from them and ACT upon your life! Things won’t change over night, but with persistence and commitment we can all make this a much, much better world for everybody: you just have to do your part and change what is directly in your influence to change.

“Be The Change You Want To See In The World.”-Gandhi

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cockroach coverAnthony James Donnelly is a writer, actor, and entrepreneur.

He is the author of The Cockroach Chronicles: A great primer into the topic of discrimination and prejudice, accessible to all ages. Filled with words of wisdom about compassion and understanding. Available on Amazon.

 

 

What the ‘Cluck!’ is this advert all about…?

As the wishy-washy, left-wing, mamby-pamby liberals flock to break the COVID-19 self-distancing laws to protest the death of ONE black person – as opposed to protesting about ALL the black people that die EVERY SINGLE DAY in Africa (those ‘Black Lives’ obviously don’t matter!) from dictators and REAL diseases like Tuberculosis, Cholera, Typhoid, etc., I thought I’d post something a little more humourous and entertaining for those still complying with the regulations to actually help stop the spread of this ‘plague’ and save lives…

 

An advert for beer…!