Annabel Schiøtz

I loved writing poems as a child. My sister and I wrote them on long train journeys. We once amused ourselves greatly by writing one while helping our grandmother at a blood doning session in the village. We gave poems to people as Christmas presents.
The first troll story I wrote was for my grandchildren. It was very short, just one page, but it kept developing in my head and ended up as a little book.

The book came about all by itself. I found this amazingly dark, deep-looking pool in the woods and took a picture of it, and called it a troll pool on Facebook. Then the next day a very troll-like bush appeared up another path, and became Blue Troll. A bush apparently holding a tall thin tree became Blue Troll fishing for blueberries, and on another walk there was a broken branch lying across the Troll Pool, and I started wondering how it had got there. And then, there was Red Dragon at the top of a tall fir tree! Well, who could resist? The characters insisted that they be written about (I've got all those original pictures on my website, by the way.)