Friday, November 18, 2016

Update on writing fantasy for our children


The joyful thing about fantasy is that there is no limitation on your imagination.

AND

There are no new stories, just different ways to tell them!
For example, as enchanting as some of our Jamaican River Mumma stories are, perhaps she could do with an update. What if she had hair extensions or Rasta locks and a name change to Sista Tall Hair?  What could happen  when, intrigued by dance hall music, she wants to come on land to dance (sounds a bit familiar?) What other characters would you put in that story? Would she go online to a search engine to find out how to change to human form? Or how to dance with a fishtail? Or start her own dancehall sessions on the reef?

What if our Cinderella (new name) falls in love with the prince who is the son of King Dudus? The glass slipper might be a lost cell phone instead! –  "Call to be picked up at 12 o'clock", but her credit was stolen by the jealous sisters! ( The I-Twos!!)  The ball of course would be a dancehall session. What adventures would she have? And could she influence change in the 'kingdom'?

There are no new stories, just different ways to tell them!


These three ebooks make an attempt at this. Check them and tell me what you think.


What if a genie washed up on a Jamaican beach in a shell instead of a bottle?
https://www.amazon.com/Whitni-Bondi-Pirate-Genie-Campbell-ebook/dp/B01DEC2EXG/

 Here are the adventures of three Jamaican musketeers. Make that four musketeers when Darty joins them.
https://www.amazon.com/Shiney-Missing-Porty-Jamaican-Musketeers-ebook/dp/B00QWFM4F6/ 


 The school play adapted from the story of Red Riding Hood becomes real life for Sasha with strange consequences.
https://www.amazon.com/Just-Play-Sasha-Hazel-Campbell-ebook/dp/B0155JHSXM

This story of Mr King's Daughter has its genesis in an Anancy/Anansi story.
https://www.amazon.com/Mr-Kings-Daughter-Hazel-Campbell-ebook/dp/B00ESEWI6I/
 

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

My New ebook for children- Follow the Peacock



 

My New ebook for children 8 to 12 years.
An easy read story


https://www.amazon.com/Follow-Peacock-Hazel-Campbell-ebook/dp/B01M6UVYRZ



Phillip and Jodi have quite an adventure in a new high tech maze in Fi Mi Fun Park. It's so intense Jodi vows that nothing else will ever frighten her in life again. The white peacock, George, is quite a tricky one. 

An easy to read story. 

check it here:
https://www.amazon.com/Follow-Peacock-Hazel-Campbell-ebook/dp/B01M6UVYRZ

Monday, August 29, 2016

My ebooks for children on amazon

ebooks can be read on your computer or phone by downloading a FREE app from amazon

 Take a 'look inside' my ebooks for children on amazon. Enjoy reading with your children

 

 It's Just a Play, Sasha

 A sort of Red Riding Hood story


 https://www.amazon.com/Just-Play-Sasha-Hazel-Campbell-ebook/dp/B0155JHSXM 

 

Whitni and Bondi, the Pirate Genie

A genie washes up on a Jamaican beach  - and meets his match in eight- year- old Whitni

https://www.amazon.com/Whitni-Bondi-Pirate-Genie-Campbell-ebook/dp/B01DEC2EXG/

 

Shiney is Missing: Porty, Atty, Ram & Darty (4 Jamaican Musketeers)

 





Three schoolboy musketeers, Porty, Atty, and Ram are joined by a very irritating fourth boy they call Darty as they set out to find the missing girl, Shiney

https://www.amazon.com/Shiney-Missing-Porty-Jamaican-Musketeers-ebook/dp/B00QWFM4F6/

 ENJOY with your children

 

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Somebody loves DROG, the Jamaican Dreggen

Somebody really likes my DROG





New review on amazon
Top Customer Reviews
5.0 out of 5 stars
" AWESOME!
By Tomatomama on July 16, 2016
Format: Paperback
WONDERUL! A tale that all children should read. JUST GREAT! LOVE IT.
Thank You Hazel D. Campbell for another wonderful adventure"

https://www.amazon.com/Drog-Dreggen-Story-Adventure-Begins/dp/9768245158/












Friday, July 1, 2016


When a FAIRY TALE becomes a SCARY tale 

I changed the cover of my children's ebook It's Just a  Play, Sasha.
Read  the first part here
 See amazon page
 https://www.amazon.com/Just-Play-Sasha-Hazel-Campbell-ebook/dp/B0155JHSXM/


Thursday, June 23, 2016

Get a quick read of Part 1 of Mr King's Daughter here. I hope you like it enough to buy a copy.

For many years I would pass a street vendor who always wore a crown. I suspect that when one crown wore out he made a new one as they looked like props from the theatre. For many years too, there was a small sad looking girl, presumably his daughter, helping him to sell their goods on the sidewalk.

I often wondered what that crown did for him and eventually this story evolved, not exactly his, but perhaps out of his dreams .......
So stories are born - sometimes.

read the extract here
https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B00ESEWI6I&asin=B00ESEWI6I&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_Ii8AxbX9WC25W

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Two New Children's Picture Books Launched by Diane Browne




https://www.amazon.com/Happiness-Dress-Diane-Browne-ebook/dp/B018R4DRF0

 May is child's month in Jamaica and a good time to launch books for children. On Tuesday May 12, Diane Browne took advantage of this increased interest in children's books and launched two new picture books – Abigal's Glorious Hair and The Happiness Dress. Both books are available as ebooks but, as we know, many people still prefer to hold a book in their hands, so many were pleased to see these books in print.

The story, The Happiness Dress won the special prize for children's story in the Commonwealth Foundation competition in 2011. It is a charming story of the gift of a dress from home being an embarrassment to the immigrant adults, but a delight to the child recipient who wears the dress for a walk with her Dad and brings happiness to many of the neighbourhood immigrants she encounters. 




















Abigal's Glorious Hair is a wonderful story about hair washing and combing-out day for a girl with a lot of 'poufy' hair. This is a special time for her family as they witness the hair combing ritual and use this opportunity to catch up on each other's activities. The story is full of love and the comfort of family time.

Both stories are enhanced by exceptionally delightful illustrations by Rachel Moss. They make good presents for children aged 3 to 8. Available in local bookstores and amazon kindle versions.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Climbing Dunns River Falls - an extract.



  

  Joe said he would be our guide up the falls as he had climbed it many times.  Aunt Candi decided that she would not do the climb, but walk along the stairs and take pictures of us. Some of Maya’s friends wanted to join us.
   “No barefoot, and no slippers” Joe warned. “It’s too slippery.” We waited while they went for their sneakers, which he said would be okay. Then, as we had seen other parties doing, about eight of us, boys and girls held hands and formed a human chain, like rock climbers, to go up the steep waterway.
   As I stood at the foot of the falls, staring up at the tumbling, noisy, foaming water I felt a bit afraid. I was holding Joe’s hand, but I remembered the saying that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Since I was always a klutz at sports, I feared I might be that weak link. I would have preferred being last, but Joe insisted. He wanted me near him, just in case.
   “Is it dangerous?” I asked.
   “Not really. But don’t try anything foolish. And that goes for all of you,” he told the rest of our chain. Not that they were noticing him. They were all busy talking and laughing and deciding who would hold whose hands.   
   Climbing was tricky. We had to go along the paths where the water was not rushing down too strongly. It was cold and a bit scary in places. We had to choose each step carefully. Every now and then I slipped and lost hold of Joe’s hand. He helped me to get up and we continued climbing. Sometimes we had to pull strongly to help each other over a tricky patch. It was exciting, but I was glad when we reached a calm area where we could rest in the pool.
   A tourist party was ahead of us, but we were climbing faster than they were, so we overtook them and wove in and out of their long chain. It was a large party with about 30 persons. They had come to the beach by boat and they were having a ball.  There was a guy with a camera taking shots of them and he would shout, "How you feeling?” and they would answer very loudly, “Hot! Hot! Hot! It seemed that was how they were expected to answer - meaning they were enjoying themselves.
   While we were still passing them, one of Maya’s friends answered "Wet! Wet! Wet!  The tourists laughingly took up that as their response. Then they started to shout different response words like "Cold! Cold! Cold!" and "Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!" They all seemed to find it funny, but I don't think their guide was too happy about it.
   Occasionally, we glimpsed Aunt Candi on the steps which ran beside the falls. She was calling to us, laughing and taking pictures.
We were climbing so fast that by the time we reached the second pool where we could rest, I was quite tired. Maya said that she too was tired, so we decided to end our climb at that point and join Auntie Candi who was looking on from the little pavilion overlooking the water. I guess it must be an exit point for tired climbers as there was a little opening for us to get up the steps to the pavilion.
Maya's friends wanted to continue the climb, so they went and joined the tourist group. Aunt Candi had our bags and I was able to towel dry and put on my tee shirt. Joe left us and returned with some bottled coconut water, which we sat and enjoyed as we watched other climbers going up the falls.
What a day! Nowhere in my nearly thirteen years of life, rooted in a Small Town USA could I ever have imagined the kinds of fabulous experiences I was having on this vacation in Jamaica. I smiled as I imagined what my friends back home would say if they could see me now. I was glad Auntie Candi was taking so many pictures, for I know they would not believe me.
Joe said he would be our guide up the falls as he had climbed it many times.   Auntie Candi decided that she would not do the climb, but walk along the stairs and take pictures of us. Some of Maya’s friends wanted to join us.
   “No barefoot, and no slippers” Joe warned. “It’s too slippery.” We waited while they went for their sneakers, which he said would be okay. Then, as we had seen other parties doing, about eight of us, boys and girls held hands and formed a human chain, like rock climbers, to go up the steep waterway.
   As I stood at the foot of the falls, staring up at the tumbling, noisy, foaming water I felt a bit afraid. I was holding Joe’s hand, but I remembered the saying that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Since I was always a klutz at sports, I feared I might be that weak link. I would have preferred being last, but Joe insisted. He wanted me near him, just in case.
   “Is it dangerous?” I asked.
   “Not really. But don’t try anything foolish. And that goes for all of you,” he told the rest of our chain. Not that they were noticing him. They were all busy talking and laughing and deciding who would hold whose hands. 
   Climbing was tricky. We had to go along the paths where the water was not rushing down too strongly. It was cold and a bit scary in places. We had to choose each step carefully. Every now and then I slipped and lost hold of Joe’s hand. He helped me to get up and we continued climbing. Sometimes we had to pull strongly to help each other over a tricky patch. It was exciting, but I was glad when we reached a calm area where we could rest in the pool.
   A tourist party was ahead of us, but we were climbing faster than they were, so we overtook them and wove in and out of their long chain. It was a large party with about 30 persons. They had come to the beach by boat and they were having a ball. There was a guy with a camera taking shots of them and he would shout, "How you feeling?” and they would answer very loudly, “Hot! Hot! Hot! It seemed that was how they were expected to answer — meaning they were enjoying themselves.
   While we were still passing them, one of Maya’s friends answered "Wet! Wet! Wet! The tourists laughingly took up that as their response. Then they started to shout different response words like "Cold! Cold! Cold!" and "Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!" They all seemed to find it funny, but I don't think their guide was too happy about it.
   Occasionally, we glimpsed Auntie Candi on the steps which ran beside the falls. She was calling to us, laughing and taking pictures.
We were climbing so fast that by the time we reached the second pool where we could rest, I was quite tired. Maya said that she too was tired, so we decided to end our climb at that point and join Auntie Candi who was looking on from the little pavilion overlooking the water. I guess it must be an exit point for tired climbers as there was a little opening for us to get up the steps to the pavilion.
Maya's friends wanted to continue the climb, so they went and joined the tourist group. Auntie Candi had our bags and I was able to towel dry and put on my tee shirt. Joe left us and returned with some bottled coconut water, which we sat an enjoyed as we watched other climbers going up the falls.
What a day! Nowhere in my nearly thirteen years of life, rooted in a small town, USA could I ever have imagined the kinds of fabulous experiences I was having on this vacation in Jamaica. I smiled as I imagined what my friends back home would say if they could see me now. I was glad Auntie Candi was taking so many pictures, for I know they would not believe me.
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