Friday, 30 October 2015

"Little Kite and the Compass Tree" by Brian Maunder - A SYNOPSIS


The plot of this story follows exactly, the story of the picture book “Polly’s Little Kite”. 


I have always wanted to deepen the picture book allegory with the thought that it would be awesome (especially for students who have Central coherence difficulties), to have the story introduced and understood at an early age, and then, later in the learning journey, read and discovered again, seeing it from a different angle to further explore and deepen the initial understanding of its concepts.


I have LOVED writing this story. I hope you enjoy reading it.


Brian Maunder.



Synopsis of “Little Kite and the Compass Tree” by Brian Maunder 2015

Many years ago, a young boy and his father built a tree house together. It was one of the last things the son did with his dad as his father had to go to war. The young boy didn’t really know what war was and hoped his father would be home soon.

Up in the treehouse, whilst waiting for his dad, the boy can see far out into the horizon, and he notices from looking at his compass, that a church spire in the distance is exactly north from his tree. He decides to call it his “Compass Tree”.




Forty years later, the boy is now a father himself. He usually works a job that takes him away from home for long periods of time which makes him miss his family terribly. Recently though, his wife has become very sick and he has taken time off from work to look after her and their daughter Polly. Toby the dog also needs to be looked after. His wife is now in hospital.

As a way of building a relationship with his daughter, the father spends all day with her, helping her to make a kite. Polly sews and paints the fabric. Dad builds the bamboo cross. They put it all together and write prayers onto special bows, which they attach to the kite’s tail.

Polly names it “Little Kite”




They put Little Kite on the table to allow the paint and glue to dry overnight. Polly goes to sleep.

During the night Little Kite gets angry with Dad because he doesn’t like the way he is made. He wiggles and pushes a ball of string off the table. It lands on the floor, trailing its sting over the sharp corner edge of the table.

In the morning Dad and Polly take Little Kite out to fly. Suddenly the string breaks and Little Kite flies away. At first, as he flies over houses and trees, Little Kite enjoys being all by himself on this new adventure. He really didn’t need to be bound to a string after all. But soon the weather changes and he finds himself facing wild seas and a ferocious storm. His fabric starts ripping and tearing apart in the winds.

Meanwhile, as the storm rages outside, Polly and Dad are in their cosy home wondering how Little Kite is going. Dad drifts off to sleep in front of the fire and has a dream about Little Kite and his own father fighting in a war. The dream rekindles a hope that died years ago. After all this time, he is still waiting for his dad to come home. ”Where are you dad?” he whispers.

Many days and nights pass. Little Kite is missing. Polly and Dad have tried everything to find Little Kite but all their efforts fail. They think he may be lost forever.

On their way to see Mum at the hospital, a rare sunny winter’s day inspire Polly and Dad to go through the “Old Ruins”. Dad grew up in this area as a boy, however it was bombed and destroyed during the war. Whilst there, Polly notices something unusual, like a nest at the top of a tree in the distance. As they approach, Dad realises with amazement that Little Kite has landed in his Compass tree.

Dad climbs the Compass Tree just like he did when he was a boy. He is overwhelmed and thrilled to find his old tree house still there, and discovers a miracle . . . a message, hidden inside a bullet within the tree, a remnant of the war, left to him by his father.




They take Little Kite to the hospital and tell Mum all about their wonderful discovery. Mum marvels at Little Kite and the Compass Tree. She looks at the note, and a few mysterious words on it cause her to wonder if there even more to the Fathers message than they first thought?

The strange words lead them on a wonderful journey as they follow clue after clue, each one revealing an aspect of the fathers love and devotion to his son. Eventually, they discover an object, hidden under a tile in the church, a summary of the entire journey.




Amazed by their discovery, they take Little Kite back home and give him a good clean. Dad notices the prayers on the bows have faded away, as if all the prayers have been safely delivered. Only two words remain, which seemingly answer all their prayers.




They mend Little Kite using the cross and blue material from mums sewing bag.  After putting him all together, he looks a bit different but he is like new again. Polly goes to bed.

In the morning, Polly wakes early and checks on Little Kite. She gasps in astonishment. All the blue material they sewed on him yesterday has disappeared, and he looks exactly like the way he was originally made. Was this all a dream?

She goes to ask her dad about it and finds him deep in thought, looking out the window at the church steeple. In his hands are a compass and a bullet shell, and a letter written to him from his father.



 

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Saturday, 3 October 2015

Aussie Beautiful. A song by Brian Maunder - how it was written and produced.

“You’re so beautiful.
So beautiful. Bop Bop Beautiful yeah yeah.
And when the morning star becomes the twinkle in your eyes.
And my heart rejoices in the grace that gives us life”

I sang the words, as I strummed the guitar and experimented with different chords and melodies.  It was a strange song to be working on as it didn’t really fit the profile of what I typically write about.

I usually write personal gospel songs so I can sing them when I go busking, but a friend had notified me via Facebook that Cosi was looking for songs, written by South Aussies for his show “South Aussie with Cosi”.



I was in the middle of writing a song about how the most precious and beautiful things in my life are the relationships right in front of me; it was actually about my wife. The song had a “positive” feel to it, so I thought I’d throw in a few Australia type lyrics to see what would happen. The changes seemed to create a great song about my “relationship” with Australia and I loved singing it. With all the negativity in the world, it was great to remember how awesome it is to live here in Australia.



I told my friend via Facebook that I thought I had a good song, but I couldn’t send it to Cosi as it needed to be “professionally produced”.  I knew her hubby was a sound engineer, and we’ve known each other for years (as far back as early Life-FM days), but I didn’t want to bother him.  He already did audio engineering as a job and who wants to work on the weekends?… for free? We are both busy family guys, so I didn’t ask.


Needless to say, my friend said that her hubby would love to produce it for me, and so the process of recording and production began.



I started with the usual song “rough take”, and recorded it as if I were on the street busking (It would later be erased). Damian (the sound producer) then added a solid drum track, and from that I was able to record the other instruments and vocals. I borrowed a bass guitar from church, and also used an ancient keyboard that the church had actually given me ages ago.


It was difficult for me to record, as my wife and I are in the process of building a home so we are renting and living out of boxes. Everything is everywhere. The place where we are renting is also on a main road so it’s virtually impossible to get a nice quiet place to record.

I had to use my small walk-in wardrobe to record, as it’s the only place in the house with a quiet “dead” sound. It’s a tight squeeze to fit all the gear in there, but I managed to record the acoustic guitar and vocals; and even managed to record trumpet in there too (thanks Mike). Where there’s a will there’s a way.


After all the audio was recorded at my house, I sent it to Damo so he could refine it and work his magic. He added other instruments and sound samples as needed and transformed the sound.  After the first mix, we had great positive feedback and people loved the song, but there was some criticism with a few of the initial words; they were too deep and reflective, they needed to be more concrete and obvious.

Receiving critique is not an easy thing (for me anyway). I mean, who has the right to judge my song? But I took a deep breath and tried to listen with an open mind to what my Mum and Auntie and Damo’s wife had to say. I went back to the drawing board to write new lyrics, which meant I then had to re-record and sing the vocals all over again. It was a lot of messing around and hard work but I’m so glad I listened to them. Thanks guys.




“You’re so beautiful.
So beautiful. Aussie Beautiful yeah yeah.
And when the morning sun paints the sky in golden light
The kookaburras laugh and watch the kangaroos take flight


It took ages to produce the song, as both of us were sick at various times, and family life and challenges made it difficult, but we kept going and it is finally finished. My first properly produced song which I still love to sing, even after hearing it a thousand times.




During the recording process, one of the other things I enjoyed creating was the cover design for the song. I tried various designs, starting off with an image of my kids playing on a Hills Hoist. Then I tried Vegemite on toast and even snags/bangas on a barbeque. I eventually settled on the image of burnt toast, shaped into an outline of a map of Australia, on a plate with bark and leaves as a dinner setting, making the word “Oi”. I reckon it turned out pretty cool.


Cosi still hasn’t verified if he will be using it in his show, however I have plans to write written (sheet) music so that school choirs or brass bands can play it if they want to. I’m just grateful that I could write this song, and feel blessed that I am free to sing my songs in the street with joy and without fear.


I hope you like the song too.

Thanks and God bless

Bri.

The song is available in iTunes and CDBaby. 




Saturday, 21 February 2015

My Journey into Busking - Part 3 - the value of a coin.




Searching through the scraps of paper, half eaten sandwiches and dirty food containers, the man located what he was looking for. He picked out the glass bottle worth 10 cents from among the filth and placed it in his little canvas bag that was draped over the handle of a two wheeled trolley. 

The man’s clothes were tattered and torn and his wrinkled hands were black from the dirt and grime of street life. He was a patient man who had accepted his humble position. He was not proud, but neither was he arrogant and bitter. He had developed a skill in seeing what was valuable amidst the common and unwanted things of everyday life and this had changed him on the inside and strengthened his self-worth. He knew he was just like that discarded bottle, and someone special had eyes just for him.




He lifted a few scraps of rubbish to reach further into the bin. As he did, his ears picked up the sound of someone singing. He listened for a while as he retrieved another bottle. The voice was not trained in performance and was not eagerly vying for approval or attention. The buskers words floated upon a scratchy melody as his guitar strummed. “When darkness closes in, I shelter under your wing; you love me and heal me from sin”.  As he listened, something within him stirred. Somehow he wanted to be a part of the busker’s expression. Somehow it echoed what was happening in his heart and life and he wanted to be a part of that song. He opened his old cloth purse, took out 50 cents, then walked over and placed it into the busker’s guitar case.




The busker stopped mid-song amazed and stunned by what had just occurred. Something special and meaningful had happened before his very eyes. He understood that to get this 50 cent coin, that wonderful man dressed in rags had to journey from rubbish bin to rubbish bin, amidst glaring eyes and a harsh environment, to a recycle depot and back. This money would help pay for his next meal. “Thankyou my friend”, the busker whispered in appreciation. “Thankyou”. The man dressed in rags, lifted his hand knowing his offering had been gratefully accepted and in that instant, both the busker, and the man in rags were richer than anyone else in the city.  


Tuesday, 10 February 2015

My Journey to Busking, Part 2 - Cracks in the Footpath..



Looking into the tree, I could see the brilliant sparkle of the glowing sun flickering on and off. The cool breeze sent the leaves of the tree on a dance that blocked and then unblocked the path of light that had travelled a vast stretch of space and time to reach me. The magnificent tree glowed as the sunlight passed through the leaves, transforming it into a luminous green delight. 

I placed my guitar case on the ground, put the guitar strap over my shoulder. “This is a perfect place to busk”, I whispered to myself. And as my guitar filled the air with music, I wondered if the people who passed by ever stopped to consider the beauty of the dappled light that reflected off their skin.




As a new busker, I love it when I find a good place to play. I have discovered that one of the most difficult things is actually finding a suitable place. There are many things to consider if you want to busk lawfully in Adelaide. There are rules, and if you break them you will be fined. 



Some of the rules are... You cannot “adversely affect or disturb the peace, comfort or convenience of users of a public place”. You must not “undertake an activity for more than 30 minutes in one location, use the same location more than once a day, obstruct or impede the flow of pedestrians or vehicular traffic”. You are not allowed to busk in front of landmark buildings, or businesses. etc. etc. All good rules for a decent city, however it does make finding suitable good places to busk difficult. It’s a bit like finding cracks in the footpath.



Have you ever noticed how even the strongest cement slabs and carefully placed pavers cannot stop the peep of tender leaves growing in and around them? There’s nothing you can do to stop life oozing out of this good earth. Eventually, no matter how toxic the environment, life will burst through. Sometimes, when I see a tree clinging precariously on a rocky cliff or discover plants growing through a sidewalk I have to step back and marvel at how incredible it is. How can something grow in such harsh inhospitable conditions?. It fills me with wonder and amazement. Life is… and it is oozing out everywhere.

Busking, to me is like that sunlight shining through the trees, and life growing in the cracks of the footpath. It hints to deeper things, to life under the surface. The heart of humanity is revealed and expressed as it shines through in the raw poetic expression, humour and art of street performance. It is tender and fragile... but it is resolute, determined, unyielding, and a miracle. It gives of itself, where it finds a place to do so. The human heart and soul won’t be destroyed by a concrete monster, and the creative expression of our experience will never be silenced. After all, we are made in the image of God. We are born to be touched by sunlight, and we will grow through the cracks of the pavement to reach it. Life is. It is all around us. It's just that sometimes we are too busy, or lost in our own world of dead things to notice... and we walk by without even knowing that golden beams of sunlight adorned our faces with its beauty. 




Brian Maunder is the author-illustrator of the 
children's picture book Polly's Little Kite.



Websitebrianmaunder.com



Saturday, 7 February 2015

My Journey into Busking. Part 1.


Picking up my guitar case, backpack, extra water and loose change, I was getting nervous. “What am I doing?” I thought to myself. “You’re a family man, a father… you don’t go BUSKING!”

I shook my head realising how stupid things would be either way. If I chickened out now all my preparation would be for nothing. If I went through with this hair-brained idea then they would actually certify me crazy.

I grabbed the keys, drove to the bus stop and caught a bus into town. It was a bit tricky carrying all my gear and protecting my precious guitar. I squished through the crowded bus and found a seat. I struck up a conversation with the lady I was sitting next to. I find this happens a lot when I get a bit nervous. I start talking with people, initiating conversations. They talk back and then before I know it we’re sharing stories and laughs. Town arrived quickly.

I got off the bus and proceeded to the Adelaide Council Office to obtain my busking permit. I paid the $2.70, showed them my ID and tried to relax in the cool office. It was a scorching hot day, and I wondered why, of all days, I chose such a ridiculously hot day to do this.  I drank a cup of the free iced water they had available. They handed me the permit and suddenly the reality hit me. The penny dropped and I realised, “There’s no turning back now”.


I headed to Rundle Mall, THE place for busking. When I got there I was horrified at how the recent renovations had left it a concrete jungle. They had pulled out all the lovely trees and garden areas. It was awful. I did notice they had planted other trees, but they were just saplings. It might be okay in a few years but right now, the place didn’t look inviting for a would be busker.

I decided that maybe the best place for me to play would be near one of my favourite bookstores (The Pauline Bookstore) which is situated along one of the city’s garden squares just out from the mall.  There was hardly any people there but amazingly I saw a friend having lunch. “Awesome”. We talked a while and my nerves eased a bit. She encouraged me with my crazy ambition so I placed down the guitar case, set things up and then….. strum… strum…  YEAH… this guitar works… and works well… strum.

I was grateful that I was only singing to a lady sitting on the hill and few people sitting having lunch behind me. I wasn’t ready to have people actually look at me yet. I was encouraged when a guy came over a bit closer and sat there listening. It was surreal.  I was actually singing in public and filling the air with music. Strangely, (well actually not strange at all) when I stopped playing, the place returned to its ambient atmosphere of motor cars buzzing and footsteps plodding and it felt like something was missing. “Oh yeah” I thought. “There is something missing. Me. The sound of a busker is missing. Buskers really do create atmosphere and bring a place to life.”

I finished the set (my list of songs), had a drink break then went to Rundle Mall. I was a lot more confident now. I found a little miniscule place of shade under one of the sapling trees. I placed my guitar case down, opened my word sheets and started playing.

Being a performer in a public place is a weird thing. You become something, or someone different. You are not a pedestrian anymore. You are someone to look at… or ignore. It’s an unusual psychological place to be as it places you outside of your own world and into the world on the street. You observe people and see things differently. At the same time you are offering yourself and your art.



I really enjoyed playing my set, and noticed people behind me just listening, and not moving away. Some people would look and turn and listen for a while and move on. I amused myself with the thought that if anyone was crazy enough to actually stand and watch me in that heat they should probably be a busker too. But a few people did listen and that was a real encouragement.

A lot of people have asked “how much money did you make?” But is this the right question to ask a busker. I can only answer this from my perspective so it might not be the case for all buskers but people paying (not giving) money is a REALLY important issue for buskers.  I will talk about this in a future blog. However, receiving money is not the only reason why people busk. (Well it’s not why I busk, and I speculate that I’m not alone in my motivations. I will talk about this too in another blog). If you ask the question “how much money you make?” you are potentially thwarting the motivation to creative expression if the level of success is dependent on money. You don’t want artists losing heart if they aren't bringing in the cash.

I learnt a lot from my first busking experience and there are many topics I will explore in future blogs as my journey into busking continues. I will talk about the people I see and meet, and how busking makes you notice the vibe or attitude of people. The mood of the city. How buskers look out for each other. I know that this is the beginning of the journey for me. I hope you will join me for future blogs and share the journey with me.
Bri.   



Brian Maunder is the author-illustrator of the 
children's picture book Polly's Little Kite.


Websitebrianmaunder.com

Monday, 26 January 2015

Links in the Chain... How I found the Lord 28 years ago.






The car was heading towards us at lightning speed and it seemed as though my strange premonition was coming true. Everything seemed to slow down. I turned to see the driver. His arms were straight, pushing hard against the steering wheel, forcing his body back against the chair. His expression of fierce determination began to shatter into an awkward grimace as the horrifying reality of the situation turned into naked fear. An impact was imminent. His eyes squinted as they looked ahead. His chin turned to his shoulder, bracing itself for the inevitable.


It was an overtaking manoeuvre gone wrong. Usually, only one car will merge out into the opposing lane to overtake a slower car. This time, two cars crossed the line simultaneously. I remember the ominous feeling of dread as we followed the car in front of us. He seemed to be taking forever to get past the slower car. “Why is this guy taking so long to overtake?” I screamed. Too late. He pulled back in front of the car he just overtook, leaving us on the wrong side of the road heading straight for another car at high speed. We had nowhere to go. Cars on our left and gravel on our right.

“This is it” I thought. “This is it”.

And then… nothing.


There was no sound, no tyres screeching. Something miraculous had happened. It seemed as though we actually went “through” the other car. What happened? We missed it? Somehow, two cars heading towards each other at high speeds on a single lane managed to NOT collide.


We stopped our car and trailer. It was fully loaded with music gear for a country tour the band had just done. Not a scratch on it. We looked over and could see the other car had stopped too. We walked over to see if they were OK. It was a long distance. I felt terrible as I approached the car because I didn’t know how they would react but what happened next would change my life.


“Praise the Lord, PRAISE THE LORD” the lady cried as she emerged from the car. She was waving her arms in the air excitedly. “Praise the LORD”. We were all laughing from relief but I found her words disturbing. I had never heard words like this before. Not like this. They were innocent enough, only words of thankfulness, but they confronted something within me and I did not like it.


“Oh no!” I thought. “God is real. God is actually real. What am I supposed to do now?”




The idea of “God” was not new to me. As a kid I went to Sunday School but I was never interested. I found it boring so I forgot about the idea completely. It was a silly idea anyway. I never thought about God and I never wanted to think about God.


“Aww man, why is this happening to me?”


There was a deeper meaning to this unbelievable escape and I knew it. My mind was racing as I began trying to piece together the puzzle of what had happened the night before.



The previous evening had been fun. I was a fill-in keyboard player for a cover band and after a night of music and laughs I went to the hotel room and fell into a deep sleep. Life was good. Suddenly I was awoken after having an extreme nightmare. “What? What was that?” I thought. Shadows of the disturbing dream reflected off my consciousness, as the image of the nightmare replayed itself over and over. I had had a premonition. ”Far out! I don’t believe in stuff like this”. But I knew that this dream was different. Tomorrow we were going to have a head on collision.

The dream was extremely vivid and I was shaken by it. I looked over and saw a Gideons Bible. After reading a few pages I said, “God, if you are real, please get us home safely”.  It was a strange thing, but I could not deny the reality. I had actually had a premonition, read the bible and also said a prayer. No one else knew about it. Only me.  Only me and… God.

The following weeks after the “near accident” were intense as I battled the idea of the reality of God and what it meant for me. I went to see an authority on the subject. My Grandma.  She gave me a book by Barry Goode and said “He will be visiting us at the Salvos on Sunday. Why don’t you come along to the meeting?” I read the book and decided to go with my Grandma to Church. By the end of the meeting I found myself at this little table thing out the front of the congregation called “The Mercy Seat”. I didn’t know what was happening but I was sobbing and confessing something called sin. I didn’t even really know what sin was. I just knew that God had saved me from a car accident, and apparently from something even worse, sin… and He was real. I needed to acknowledge His reality now.




Now I know we cannot always trust personal experiences as a basis to understand and grow with the Lord. We can easily deceive ourselves sometimes. We always need to refer to the revelation of his love as revealed through His Holy Word in the Bible. However, this experience seems to reinforce a few things to me. Firstly, God hears prayers. Secondly, older people are used by God in marvellous and powerful ways. Thirdly, spontaneous praise is powerful. Fourthly, a few words from a Bible left in a hotel room can be a pathway to faith.  Finally, everyone working together creates a ministry to embrace the lost. I am incredibly thankful to all those people who created those links in the chain for the Lord to work His miracle. He wants to save people. He wants to save you. 


Special thanks Julia Collings, Paula Vince and Rhonda Pooley from Christian Writers Downunder for their editing (and or willingness to help with editing) with this blog. :-)

This is the book by Barry Goode which helped me trust in the Lord - Too Tough For Tears. 


Brian Maunder is the author-illustrator of the 
children's picture book Polly's Little Kite.


Websitebrianmaunder.com








Monday, 5 January 2015

Author's First Year - The highs and lows of my first year as a published author in Australia

Happy Birthday Polly's Little Kite




Last year, on the 7th of January 2014, my first children’s picture book “Polly’s Little Kite” was published. It was an exciting and surreal time as I ventured into new uncharted waters and the year unravelled in ways that other writers and hopeful authors may be interested in.

I wasn’t sure of what to make of the new status of “published author”. Did it mean I would be rich and have thousands of dollars rolling in due to monumental sales? Would people stop me in the street and take selfie photos of themselves with me at their side? Would I be contacted by a shoe company and do commercials slam dunking books into basketball hoops? I didn’t know what to expect, however, I did know this opportunity was a once in a lifetime event and therefore decided to do whatever I could to help the book on its way.



The book was published and printed in America by New York publisher New City Press and whilst the publisher has a network around the world, it is limited in Australia. My relationship with the people at New City Press had grown during the planning and editing phase of the book, and they decided to send me a few boxes of books and leave it in my hands to see what I could do in my homeland. Given my limited experience and knowledge, this was a wonderful gesture of goodwill and trust from them towards me. This relationship has continued to grow throughout the year and has been a great personal blessing to me.



As soon as I received the book, I began the process of promotion and developing additional material to compliment the book. This required me to set up a website, create activity packs, make designs for kites, develop lessons for teachers etc. I also created YouTubes and songs for story presentations. As I delved into these creative projects, I sent sample books to bookshops around Australia, entered the book into a (US) competition, contacted libraries, sent it to be considered in the Premiers Reading Challenge etc. etc. This took a lot of time effort and yes...money.... and the responses were mostly negative or unbelievably slow. I was really shocked at the negativity of the Australian market.



It was quite disheartening and if it weren't for the story reading presentations I did at schools, churches and a library I may have completely lost faith in the project. The presentations and story readings gave me direct feedback from people who experienced the book first hand, and the encouragement and enthusiasm (mainly from kids) was a HUGE motivator. I also loved the awesome kite creations, pictures drawn for me, smiles and conversations. It re-enforced my belief that I should continue doing what I was doing even though i wasn't earning any money, and the doors of the Australian commercial market seemed closed to me.



There are many other things I could say about this year but to make it easy for everyone, I have summarised things into a list… the disappointments and the highlights. 

The Disappointments.

- When the Premiers Reading Challenge rejected my book for their reading list stating the “lack of evidence of quality design” and concerns about the “exclusivity of the language” as reasons. (that one hurt)

- When my local library denied me the opportunity to present the story at their library stating the Christian content might offend some people. (that one hurt too)

- When I didn’t score a mention in the Moonbeam Awards which I submitted at a price. :-((

- The slow response of bookshops around Australia to stock my book. Even now, there is not one bookshop in Australia that actually stocks my books. They are only available online.

- Writing to a number of Christian/Catholic schools with a loan sample book, with not one of them wanting to buy the book I sent them. In the end I just donated the books to the schools. :-?

- The struggles I had in setting up my website was also a lowlight (although getting help from my friend to set up the PayPal feature was a highlight… thanks Cypherbyte). 





The Highlights.

-The wonderful relationship I have developed with my Publisher.

- Receiving the books for the first time and seeing the story in print.

- Meeting other incredibly gifted authors and the ongoing friendships we have.

- Being approached by Inform’d Newpaper to have a promo/activity in the kids section.

- Speaking at the Salvation Army Home League ladies meeting. What a privilege and honour.

- Presenting the story (at Burnside Library with my Dad and Auntie)

- Presenting the story at a few schools, kids clubs and churches. (incredible experiences) 

- The radio interview with PBA-FM was an absolute thrill to be a part of.

- The Kids… they are AWESOME. Their enthusiasm and joy and seeing their response to the story is what it is all about.

- Seeing my own kids develop a love of art and books and being with them in the journey.

- The hope that these books will help children on a pathway towards the beauty and logic of the Christian Faith.

 

Conclusion. 


As you can see, it hasn't been plain sailing and a golden road this year and I have still not received any financial return yet for all these efforts (my first commission payment will be later this year). Yes... that's correct... I have done all this on zero income. However some wonderful things have happened, and it has challenged me personally in a positive way. 

SO… Happy Birthday Polly’s Little Kite… One year old today. You have blessed many people and taken me on a thrilling journey.

And a BIG THANKYOU to New City Press and all my friends and family, church brothers and sisters and all the awesome kids who participated and read the story. 

Also a Humongous Hug to all the people who left comments on Facebook and wrote Reviews for the story. Your feedback was incredibly refreshing and sent rays of sunshine beaming through the year. . .


And please don't forget to download the FREE eBook available in a few weeks. Polly's Little Bear.  


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Peace and God Bless

Brian Maunder.




Websitebrianmaunder.com