To Trailer or Not to Trailer?

 

Filming

Getting the camera ready to start filming the puppet for Hagwitch trailer

When I came across a book trailer for the first time a few years back my reaction was ‘We need mini movies to sell books now? You’re kidding, right?’

Hot on the heels of that first lot of slick publisher-produced book trailers came a crowd of author-produced trailers.

‘Nooooo,’ I said to Michael. ‘We come up with the ideas, write the books, illustrate the books, run around shops, schools and libraries talking about the books, and now we’re supposed to make trailers for them too? No way, enough already.’

But there’s no ignoring social media and its many possibilities for communicating with a wide audience about our work. For the past six months Michael and myself have been talking about which things we should engage with, which would be the best use our time. Do it all and no books get made.

We’ve decided to do stuff we feel we can do well and, most importantly, will enjoy doing. So we’ll keep doing school/library visits (but not so many that they become a blur) and keep on Face-booking (it’s already an established habit and a great way of keeping up with the children’s book world). We started this joint blog as we both love the idea of focusing on the visual, and keeping one short blog between the two of us has to be more fun and more do-able than keeping a long blog each… at least, that’s the theory!

And now here I am making trailers.

So far it has been really interesting and I’ve learnt loads. There’s been plenty of cursing and yelling at the computer while I grappled with the technical stuff – iMovie is not remotely intuitive – but I think I’ve probably sprouted a few new neural pathways in the process. Creatively, there are similarities to making picturebooks – blending words and images, stripping the idea back to it’s simplest, cutting, cutting and cutting again. The biggest difference is sound – the key element for adding atmosphere and holding the viewer to the screen.

Twitter? Maybe next year.

Niall (our neighbour and sound and music man) records Oisín (also a neighbour) narrating The New Kid trailer

Niall (our neighbour and sound and music man) records Oisín (also a neighbour) narrating The New Kid trailer

Anyone else making their own trailers out there?
What’s your favourite bit of ‘new medja’ – blogs? Twitter? Tumbler?

O!

O! Ah! Aw!

Some random things which caught our eye while walking the streets of London…

Street-light

O! Making friends with street furniture…

Guttermen

Ahhhh! Fierce gutters!

Hugglemonsters!

 Aw! Hugglemonsters on Oxford Street…

We checked the Disney store for our friend Niamh Sharkey’s character, Henry Hugglemonster (raaring away on the Disney Channel near you)

HC tree2A lovely bOOk tree at Harper Collins publishers, where we went to deliver illustrations for Beyond the Stars, a short story collection in aid of Fighting Words, coming out in the autumn

Crooked

LOOkah, it’s crOOkah! Not the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but…

Midnight at the Pollock Toy Museum

 

toy-museum-1

When we were in London at the beginning of April we met up with my cousin Sarah, her boyfriend Eddie and his trusty hound, Haggis. As the pubs in the city close alarmingly early of a Saturday night, at least the dog-friendly ones do, we ended up going back to Eddie’s for a last nightcap. A rather special place to end the evening as it happens, because Eddie runs the Pollock Toy Museum on Scala Street, off Tottenham Court Road.

The Pollock Museum has been in Eddie’s family for three generations and is famous for its toy theatres. I didn’t know about the museum but did remember visiting the Pollock Shop in Covent Garden back in the eighties – when I told Eddie that, he reckoned I’d probably met his dad!

It’s pretty eerie standing inside a shop full of old fashioned toys in the middle of the night. We even got to peek inside the museum itself – a wee peek, as Eddie said the lights were on timers and couldn’t be switched on. Can’t help suspecting that he actually didn’t want us disturbing the toys as the clock struck midnight.

We’ll have to go back and see the whole thing in daylight sometime soon. Apparently there’s a four thousand year old toy mouse…

Toy-Museum-2

Visit The Pollock Toy Museum here

Meeting the Sleeping Giant

Giant1

While we were onboard the Puppet Theatre Barge last week I finally got to meet the Sleeping Giant – my cousin Sarah’s version of him, that is. Sarah has been creating puppets for her stage adaptation of my book for a while now. I’ve seen photos but never met her beautiful puppet in person.

Michael captured our meeting on video and you can watch it here –

Visit the Puppet Theatre Barge here 

Drop in on Missfitz Marionettes here

& check out our two previous blogs for more about the Puppet Barge

On Stage, Back Stage

show2

The audience is assembled and the curtain rises. On the little stage of the puppet theatre is… another even smaller puppet theatre!

We watch as an old man plays accordion, a young boy taps out a jig and plays a whistle. Then they (and we) settle down to watch a miniature Punch and Judy show! This is followed by shadow puppets dancing in the light, by glowing mushrooms popping up onstage, by a beautiful sea princess swimming in the waves with a sea witch, by an arrogant wind trying to blow out the moon.

Magic!

And afterwards, when the audience have gone, we get to go backstage and play a little, meet the puppets, and their operators, watch the whole thing being made ready for the next performance.

Read Timeout review of the show here 

Visit the Puppet Theatre Barge here

Drop in on Missfitz Marionettes here

If you like puppets you might like the previous blog, Strings and Things; watch out for another puppet-related bog next week, when we meet the Giant.

Strings and Things

 

barge1

We’ve visited the Puppet Theatre Barge in Little Venice, London, a few times over the last two years for research purposes (I used the barge as the setting for a novel) and last Saturday we were back on board to catch their latest show and do some filming with my lovely puppet-making, puppet-operating cousin, Sarah

The May Brent is an old barge which has been specially adapted so that the roof can be raised and panel walls slipped into place to create a mini theatre space when the barge is moored. Come on in and have a look around with us…

Tomorrow: the puppet show, both front and back stage.

Visit the Puppet Theatre Barge website here 

Drop in on Missfitz Marionettes here

If you’d like to share this with any puppet-loving friends, there be buttons:

Looking for Geraldine 2

geraldine-around

Now that I’ve found her, I take a walk around her.

I’ve been sketching Geraldine to become familiar with her, checking how she looks in profile, three quarter face, cross, sad, happy. Next I need to find her a pair of hipster parents and one pesky baby brother…

Looking for Geraldine

geraldine8

I’m finally getting close to making up a dummy of a ‘new’ picturebook idea. I say new because I haven’t  spoken of/shown it to anyone yet; ‘new’ in italics because I got the idea about two years ago. I have plenty of scribbles and early versions of text which I’ve messed around with from time to time, so I’m ready to get straight into the dummy when I have a free week to do it.

But first I have to figure out exactly what my little heroine looks like, so, right now, I’m looking for Geraldine…

Stormont

IMG_1124

Paul Howard, Peter Salisbury, Oisin McGann, me & Michael, Aoife Murray, Elaina Ryan, Nessa O’ Mahony

Pictiúr (exhibition of 21 leading Irish/Irish-based illustrators, curated by our Laureate na nOg Niamh Sharkey) went to Belfast March 3rd and we headed up for the opening. Michael’s first intro to the city was stepping into the parliament buildings – not something you get to do every day. Quite a few illustrators and children’s lit folk made the trip and we were all very excited – as you may deduce from photo above!

Taking the Piseog…

Recently I’ve been asking kids what they know about piseogs (superstitions). I’ve been telling them the story of the day I ran into the house with a bunch of hawthorn flowers for my gran and my normally good-humoured gran roared at me to get out. I tell them how my mother explained the tradition that hawthorn was a faery tree, making it bad luck to bring the flowers inside.

A boy in Dubray Books, Bray, said he’d been told that birds flying into your house means a death, and a girl said the Spanish side of her family believes a black cat crossing your path is bad luck, while the Irish side believe it’s good.

In Newbridge a girl called Sharon said that her grandad told her about a neighbour who cut down a hawthorn tree and was dead within the week.

Joan, the librarian in a school I visited last week, said she remembers the protests in her home village in Clare when it was proposed to chop down a hawthorn to make way for a motorway. The locals won; the road went around the tree.

A nun at the same school said she knew that Michael McDowell  (former Irish minister) would rue the day he announced that he was going to build a prison on a certain piece of land and insisted ‘there’ll be no guff about it being held up by fairy forts and such’.

‘I thought,’ said the good sister,  ‘he’s mocking the fairies – he’ll regret that. And wasn’t he gone out of politics within the year?’

hawthorne