Deborah Patterson has two new books, full of pictures, just waiting for the words.
Well, there are words, of course. My Book of Stories; write your own myths, and write your own fairy tales explain many of the traditional stories, have illustrations to inspire, and then masses of pages where you can just write. Lined pages, speech bubbles, the lot.
I have said before how tempting it is to write in books. I reckon I would have found these very inviting as a child. Unless you have a contrary one who won’t write when it’s actually allowed. But that’s your problem.
You could always steal the book and write your own bedtime tales to read from.
This is a nice way of both educating and entertaining a child, while encouraging any creative vein they might harbour.
In fact, I suspect I could do with educating a wee bit. Now that I think of it.