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By Margaret Bateson-Hill, Jan 29 2019 10:24AM

I am often asked what inspires me. Certainly objects and pictures do and so do places. October 2018 half term I was fortunate to work at Kensington Palace, the Museum of the Order of St John and the Horniman Museum. Here are some of the objects that inspired the stories I told.

Poisons and Potions at the Museum of the Order of St John
Poisons and Potions at the Museum of the Order of St John
Indian royalty and snakes at the Horniman Museum
Indian royalty and snakes at the Horniman Museum
dolls and a paintbrush at Kensington Palace
dolls and a paintbrush at Kensington Palace

By Margaret Bateson-Hill, Oct 4 2018 08:05AM

Dragon by Thomas Dawson
Dragon by Thomas Dawson

If I were a dragon instead of me!

If I were a dragon instead of me…

My body would be lean and green

And covered in shiny scales.

My breath would blast hot red flames;

My eyes would trap you in their gaze.

My powerful tail would sweep away my foes,

Whilst my curved talons would quickly snatch my prey.

I’d roar and hiss and sleep in a cave,

Guard treasure, scorch forests and soar the bluest sky.

I think perhaps I’d like it

If I were a dragon instead of me!

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By Margaret Bateson-Hill, Dec 19 2017 04:09PM

I've been writing poems with an outdoor theme. Here's one for WInter.

Jack Frost: Street Artist.

He arrives unseen;

Late at night

Or just before dawn.

His winter breath

Graffiti-ing the path,

Spraying windows,

And scrawling white slogans

On car windscreens.

Cold works,

Not for sale,

Signed and dated

With his ice feather pen.

All originals.

All different.

But it’s look, don’t touch

Or they vanish,

Never to be seen again.

By Margaret Bateson-Hill, Aug 23 2017 09:44AM

Here is the text from my blog on The Awfully Big Blog Adventure

I fell into writing quite by accident. My real interest lay in performance - with my background in drama, singing and dance I wanted to be a musical theatre star. Instead, two-children-who-didn’t-like-sleeping later, I found a perfect job as an under-fives storyteller for Lambeth Libraries (when councils did things like that). I cut my teeth on interpreting other people’s picture books - not only reading the text, but using the illustrations to help unpack the subtext and of course by adding comments, rhymes, songs and questions of my own.

I love unpacking books! It takes me about twenty minutes to tell the brilliant Dear Zoo by Rod Campbell by the time I’ve been the postman, attempted to push the elephant inside my house, lost numerous fingers to the lion, and have you tried putting that jumpy frog back in the box?

I’m also very accomplished at making all sorts of munching sounds, from eating cloud fluff mash potato (I Will Not Ever Never Eat A Tomato by Lauren Child) to gingerbread- hungry foxes, and don’t get me started on how to eat a plate of sandwiches in one big mouthful! Owp!’ (The Tiger Who Came To Tea by Judith Kerr).

Of course I don’t get it right first time, I need to read and tell a story numerous times before I start to discover all that’s been packed away inside.

I also work as an oral storyteller – telling stories with no book- where no telling is ever quite the same as the one that went before.

What fascinates me with stories read/ told aloud is how they change from one telling to the next; even with a similar group of children, the group dynamic can be so different. The story ‘happens’ in the space between the storyteller and the story listener. Of course the age, number of the audience, adults in support, formality of setting, purpose of telling, inform you on what type of interaction is effective. Size of room, volume of voice, pitch, pace, movement, position in relation to audience all need considering. Some tales need small quiet spaces, whilst for another; a large hall and a good strong voice are what are required. I was using ‘Brown Bear, Brown Bear’ by Bill Martin Jr in a drop in under fives museum setting. As the session went on the group got larger and larger, until it had grown from 30 to 70. My gestures and voice grew in proportion to my audience until I was nearly dancing the story – and the story held its own, like all good stories do!

Audiences change the telling by their reactions, bringing out humour, or giving a new importance to an action, which previously seemed unimportant.

I love this fluidity and the reinventing of the story, keeping it fresh and alive and full of surprises.

Even though I am now a published author I still like to keep certain fluidity around my texts in my school visits – certainly around my picture books.

I ‘tell’ rather than ‘read’ my folktales, Lao Lao of Dragon Mountain and Masha and the Firebird. Although I know them well, I’m still (consciously) not word perfect. In fact as I have told them over the years I have changed details, even the order in which things happen – partly because written text and spoken text work differently and partly because simple things like my memory have changed the details over the years. Before I start I explain that to children, asking them if they can spot any differences if they already know the story, or to look out for them when they come to read the book themselves.

I have also been able to add back in details that I liked in an earlier draft and that have been cut in various edits.

Recently those two folktales have returned to their original editor and have been reissued by Alanna Books. I took the opportunity to tweak the text, and make some of those changes that have evolved through my various ‘tellings.’

Do other authors ever have an opportunity to revisit a book and change things? Do they want to? I wish I could revisit all my texts now that I’ve worked with them over the years. I would cut large chunks and rewrite so many passages. There is nothing like reading a text out loud to find its imperfections! Perhaps publishers should be building in opportunities for rewrites every five years or before a reprint?

By Margaret Bateson-Hill, Apr 10 2017 09:14AM

Moscow - just the name conjures up visions of snow, tall imposing buildings and the great novels of Tolstoy. It didn't disappoint. I had been invited by Cambridge International School to help celebrate their book week. I couldn't have been welcomed by kinder teachers, who went out of their way to look after me, and who had done a fantastic job setting up a carefully planned week of sessions . I told stories and worked with all ages from 3-16/17 from nursery to year 12. We all worked hard! Everyone read books, listened to stories and came up with ideas for stories of our own.

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