Annabel Tellis
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About Me

I write books and I can’t stop. It’s not a passion, it’s me! When I am not being a mother, choir leader or freelance writer you will find me hiding behind my lap top sneaking in a few lines of a children's book. Here I am, pictured right, with Charlie (he’s the dog), on the day my book was launched in Dulwich Books.

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Publications & Projects

If My Dad Were A Dog

‘If my Dad were a Dog’ came out in 2007 and sold over 40,000 copies when it was published by Chicken House/Scholastic. My Dad didn’t seem to mind that I wished he were a dog. Now the book has its nose to the ground to sniff out a new publisher. It is available in English and Mandarin. Contact me for more details.
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Shane Warne Poetry Book

The crazy side of my mind writes irreverent poems about the King of Balls, Shane Warne. I write under the name Victoria Coverdale, she loves him. The Shane Warne Poetry Book is available from the Appple Store and I’m up for public performances too. ‘Now that my looks are on the wane, there’s always Shane.’
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My Blog

Now that the phones have stopped ringing evolved out of my love-hate relationship with social media. It is turning into the museum of the phone call. Is anyone’s home phone ringing anymore? Well yes, my 365 Facebook friends will hear bells when I call them for perhaps our first and perhaps our last ever landline chat. 
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The magic and romance of the landline: A woman endeavours to . . .

Annabel's very first word was hello. She grew up with a landline. In fact her high chair was directly beneath the phone on the wall. 

Growing up in a small village in England with a father as a doctor the phone would ring constantly. "The phone would be ringing morning, noon and night," said Annabel.

Even after he retired and moved to Ballarat  . .
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I'll have my taste of home half a world away

I am so torn. Not as irreparably torn as a Christmas present from a British department store on the morning of the 25th, more torn as a basil leaf in an Australian salad on Boxing Day.

I am from a small village called Swepstone in Leicestershire which is close to Ashby-de-la-Zouch . . .

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