It's that time again when an author like me (a proud and nervous one) starts hanging out in bookshops and libraries with a feather duster and a tin of book polish and maybe a few balloons and streamers and a couple of those spotlights that reach Mars.
Aristotle is a nose germ. I know, not a very dignified character for a work of children's literature, and I doubt if I'll be invited to talk about him at the Children's Book Council conference next year, but once I met him I couldn't resist writing his story.
It was the banishment that got me involved, and the injustice of it. Poor Aristotle and his long-suffering brother Blob are banished from their nostril for being naughty when they haven't. Sent outside until they learn how to behave themselves. No germ from their nostril has ever been outside before, and Aristotle makes a discovery that's so unexpected and amazing he can hardly believe it.
There's another nostril next door.
I don't want to give too much of the story away, but I will just mention that when he takes this news back to his nostril, panic breaks out. Each nostril declares war on the other. A war that Aristotle must try to stop, because nose wars cause sneezes and for nose germs sneezes are very bad news indeed.
Until next time, oo-roo and happy reading,
25 November 2005