Luke Allan
Ursula Cheng

Carolyn Angelo
Tobias Cook

Tom Benn
Kirsten Cowie

Emily Bone
Andrew Denholm

Sarah Christie
Elizabeth Stewart

Jack Clark
Eileen Glass

Edward Keeble
Imogen Scott

Kerrick Newstead
Anette Fritsen

Laura C-Harries
Lindsay Grime

Daisy Dawes
Alison GlanvilleJones

Sam Elliot
Laura Darling

Martin Gaston
Gillian Kirkland

Mary-Caitlin Hentz
Sarah Tanat-Jones

Kirsty Kelly
Jaimie Lane

Miranda Jackson
Trine Mangernes

Ailish McA Green
Lindsay McBirnie

Gina Mortlock
Lucy McCririck

Richard O'Brien
Elizabeth Walker

Vidur Nauriyal
Sophie Newell

Sophie Playle
Marc Noble

Kirsty Smellie
Fiona Purves

Frankie Taylor
Genevieve Ryan


It’s falling away from me. I can feel it.

I’m underwater, thrashing silently. My screams gurgle pathetically like the fish tank on the sideboard that’s growing green fur.

The pictures came today. New illustrator. Bloke I think. A fat bulk of magical havens, five times thicker than the measly manuscript sat in the bathroom cabinet.

It seemed like a good idea at the time – to put it there I mean. Certainly helped with the insomnia, not having it in the same room. Only now I’m buying more toothpaste rather than using the two I already have and the shaving foam in the cabinet means my face is beginning to resemble the fish tank, only slightly browner.

‘A picture paints a thousand words.’ That’s what they say isn’t it? Ha. That should be it, my justification, my reason: Well you’ve got fifteen illustrations illustrations here Mr Publisher, that’s fifteen thousand words taken care of.

Surely that’s enough ? So now I’ve seen it. This world I’m supposed to have made; just gone ahead and allowed itself to be created, like it prefers him with his paintbrush to me with my pen. Picking teams in sports. It chose him not me.

And there’s still no words.

Oh there’s words alright, millions everyday: shopping list, crossword, Christmas cards, bank form, note for the milk man, letter to Helen, text to James – believe me- there’s words. I could write them all day. It’s the ones I have a pile of money tapping its feet in the bank for that are impossible.

And the secret is, I’m enjoying it.

TEXT by Kirsty Kelly + IMAGES by Jaimie Lane