A regular but probably irregular post. Today the favourite thing i've written and why

Which means I'll do it when I can...

Not that I wear a nightie, Evernightie or not, but I love the idea of this blog. After all who doesn't like a wee peek into the mind of others.

So here we go...

The favourite thing I've written and why... Apart from those two magic words 'The End'.

And sadly I wrote that and bit my nail. 

(source—pinterest)

My favourite thing is either what I'm writing (or alternatively I think it's rubbish) or well... *scratches head* no idea.

I have things I think are written better than others. (Master springs to mind, that might not be a best seller but got to me) but favourite? That's like asking me whether I prefer chocolate or chocolate. 

(Answer, whatever chocolate I have handy)

So I sat and had a big think...

and I came up with

*Drum Roll*

The Tale of Rumple Rabbit

and

George, the Whatever Bird.

Now I guess you're scratching your heads and wondering what planet I am on. 

you won't have heard of them, very few people have, but I assure you they were very well received by their audience.

My kids.

Both had a beginning a middle and an end (well duh) and sad to say a moral. A well needed reminder about things that needed doing. As in Rumple Rabbit never put his clothes away tidily—in fact they were often thrown on the floor, even when his mummy had ironed them (Sound familiar anyone?) So mummy stopped ironing them and instead of a neat and well turned out rabbit he was, well, rumpled. 

Did it work? Nah, but my son still remembers the story. And now in his thirties he is evidently just the same *snigger*.

As for George, the Whatever Bird... that was a hoot and it did work. George had a terrible habit of answering any question with 'whatever'. (By the way, my son is not called George, or Rumple for that matter)

So his mummy would say, George what would you like for dinner, and he would say 'whatever.' 

I (and therefore George's mum) got mighty fed up with this. So the next time (in the story) George answered the what would you like for dinner question with whatever, he was both surprised and disappointed to turn up to the dinner table and be presented with a slice of bread, no spread. When he asked what it was, his mummy told him. 'That is whatever is today."

Did he learn his lesson? Oh no. So the next day it was a glass of water. By the third day in the story, when there was nothing on the tale, he gt the message.

So did my children... *Wink*

And that dear readers is a quick summing up of the favourite thing(s) I have written and why

Happy reading,

love Raven xx