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Over at Once Upon A Bookcase, Jo Stapley has the first part of a festive interview with Becca Fitzpatrick (author of Hush, Hush), Luisa Plaja (author of Split By A Kiss), Ruthanne Reid (author of Guardian) and Emily Gale (er, that’s me).
Owing to a considerable amount of confusion and bewilderment over my singing mice confession, [...]
(My daughter was very confused about the competition – she thought you were all coming over to our house to take part in some kind of challenge – but she was happy to decorate the competition receptacle and close her eyes to select…..*drumroll*
Suzana from Bookalicious! Send me an email (em@emilygale.co.uk) with your details and I’ll [...]
I’m dancing the dance of a very lucky author this weekend… (I really am; my spontaneous dances are legendary…it’s been said I have the talent of Pheobe and Monica’s annoying friend Amanda from Friends (she dances at around the 3 minute 40 second mark in this clip):
And the reason for my dancing?
See here, where [...]
(maybe not 50 times a day though). 
In a nutshell: I’m a YA novelist and picture book writer with a profound inability to wear appropriate shoes.
. . . my parents used to call me Kojak (=70s television show about a big bald man who sucked lollypops and solved crime). I have more hair now and prefer stinky veiny cheese to lollypops. The only crimes I solve are figuring out which one of my children smeared peanut butter on the sofa.
. . . I used to write a fictional magazine column. It was nearly as much fun as writing novels because I could pretend to be someone else, which is one of the things I love about writing. And that’s definitely not because I don’t like being myself…I do, just not all the time.
. . . I nearly trod dog poo into a very famous person’s house. My saviour came in the form of some dried leaves, plus an entire bottle of Chanel No.19 (what a waste!). I don’t wear Chanel No.19 any more. This is probably my most overused anecdote. I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.
. . . I have experienced stage fright similar to what my character, Kass Kennedy, goes through in Girl, Aloud. Only I didn’t pee myself. Honest, Guv.
. . . I am scared of chickens and pigeons and geese and magpies and – okay, I am scared of all birds. But I am not scared of spiders.
. . . I’ve been living in Melbourne for nearly two years, but I’m still a Londoner at heart.