TA DA! The moment you have all been waiting for…………(with apologies to Monty Python)

Please allow me to introduce you to….



My new (and only so far) childrens book featuring a cranky, grumbling, yet goodhearted hedgepig. (no, there is NOTHING autobiographical about this. Honestly….I have never, not once, been a hedgehog. heh…heh)

Followers of this blog, my previous books and other scribblings will know that this is a new type of writing for me…



But I was inspired by this little guy:


and I ran with it…and never looked back.

I approached a wonderful artist and showed her the outline of the story and she created the amazing images you will find in the book. Angelise Tomasino brought Mr. Fray to life and he is more than I had dreamed of. That’s what a brilliant artist can do for you. So applause please for the lady….she done good.

I know….I know….I know what you are thinking;

“Jaye…..your usual kind of poetry isn’t remotely child-friendly, how did this happen?”

And I will answer you honestly.

I haven’t a clue.

Maybe as I said before (or above) its was just time for…..


It happens! Sometimes it’s good to step out of the box. Sometimes you need to try, even if it isn’t comfortable. Sometimes you need to say….



Moving swiftly along….

Anyway, please get acquainted with Mr. Fray and his friends. I hope you like him.

I do.

Mr Fray is available at Amazons all over the world!

There will also be a giveaway soon….so watch this space!








About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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