David and the Lonely Prince will be available to buy from tomorrow! To order your copy visit The Crafty Publishing online shop or put in an order at your local bookshop. David is invited to a sleepover at King Saul’s palace. But will David and the king’s son ever become friends? This is the fourth story in the Young David Picturebook series about the life of the young King David.
Life in Apartheid South Africa and my writing life
Commonwealth Prize nominee and Nigerian author Abidemi Sanusi, has recently interviewed me about my book The Peace Garden and what it was like moving to and living in South Africa during the Apartheid 80s. She also asks me about my writing life – among other things!. It is an honour to share webspace with this talented writer. Thank you Abidemi Sanusi http://www.readywritermag.com/interview-fiona-veitch-smith-author-the-peace-garden/
David and the Lonely Prince off to printer!
I’m delighted that Book 4 in the Young David series – David and the Lonely Prince – is heading to the printers! It will be available from late June, but you can pre-order your copy now at the Crafty Publishing shop or pop in to your local bookshop and ask them to order it for you. Once again it has been a delight working with the talented and extremely humble Amy Barnes. Well done Amy on another beautiful book!
In this latest book in the series, Young David is invited to a sleepover at King Saul’s palace. But will David and the king’s son ever become friends? Prepare yourself for high diving sheep, giant spiral staircases and a right royal game of hide ‘n seek.
If only I were a ‘real’ playwright …
I was contacted the other day by a high school student who was doing a research project on playwrights. She asked if I would answer a few questions. Well after resisting the urge to ask her why she had asked me as I wasn’t a ‘real’ playwright like Caryl Churchill and David Hare (and because I was impressed at how polite she had been) I answered her questions. The answers actually surprised me. ‘So that’s why I do what I do,’ I thought. Here they are: Continue reading “If only I were a ‘real’ playwright …”