It's in the genes?

Today, my son brought home a book of poetry: The Poetry Games - poems from the East Midlands, published by YoungWriters. His poem, 'RainForest', is just one of hundreds in the book, but he is understandably chuffed to see his name in print.

He's also a pretty good artist and has already expressed a desire to become a writer and illustrate his own books.

D'you reckon we'll be able to cope with two writers in the house?


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