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  The boy's room was dim the creature gazed out of a bowl the eager boy peered back The day had spent them.  staring stopped and eyes closed. just a bubble popped.

He wondered at the blue. Saw fins of stars and tails of mist gliding past the clouds. There were fish up there.  Up way beyond the dark grey air. He was sure of it.

I Have been looking forward to sharing my latest illustration style that has recently evolved.  Inspired by a number of illustrators currently trending, it lends itself beautiful to me in that my clients are somewhat new to their writing craft.  Low budgets are the key and I find I can produce illustrations like this very quickly and economically. Please contact me for a quote to illustrate your book project.   RUSSELL JONES Squinting at the track,  his grubby fingers combed red hair. A long walk home began. He loved the tangled scrub,   bush, trees, animals within, and sky which held such movement.  

I Have been looking forward to sharing my latest illustration style that has recently evolved.  Inspired by a number of illustrators currently trending, it lends itself beautiful to me in that my clients are somewhat new to their writing craft.  Low budgets are the key and I find I can produce illustrations like this very quickly and economically. Please contact me for a quote to illustrate your book project.   RUSSELL JONES   He stood up smiling with muddy knees and dripping net he gazed into the bowl. Hidden in the sludge a creature writhed against the glass frightened eyes staring.

 

 

In my efforts to promote "Adios Goorialla", a screenplay I wrote recently, I sought a suitable writer to help me to novelize the storyline.  Adios Goorialla  Kindle ebook The result was astonishing for two reasons.  Firstly, after assessing a few candidates, I was very impressed with one in particular. She was deft in her control of the language, making me smile and shake my head while reading every email. So I appointed her and we began corresponding. Then suddenly, she wrote, "Are you the same Russell Jones that lived in Drummoyne a long time ago"? I quickly considered all the people in the long distant past named Louise. A couple we had a close acquaintance with 50 years ago had a child who they named "Louise". "Is that you?" I wrote back. "Spot on Uncle Russell" She answered. Secondly, although we have never caught up face to face as yet, modern communication has allowed us to collaborate to produce a book together. And ...