‘George’s head was full of bees, absolutely buzzing with them …”
I didn’t know when I wrote my first draft of Bessie’s Bees that it was a neurodiverse picture book- I suspected, but I wasn’t sure.
Having a head full of bees was something I just used to say. One of those things I thought that everyone felt sometimes like ‘having your head in the clouds’ or ‘being away with the fairies’. Only for me it wasn’t just some of the time, it was all the time.

I was that girl who grew up covered in bruises and scabs, whose laces were always undone and whose hair was always in knots. The girl who could just never sit still or ever be quiet. It was tough, especially when I started school, because somehow, I was always too loud, too messy, too forgetful. I felt I couldn’t do anything quite right except for one thing. My busy brain might not be able to retain a spelling or learn the difference between left and right, but it was constantly firing out all kinds of exciting and original ideas that no one else ever seemed to think of. That’s how I began to learn to regulate myself. When I needed to quieten the noise in my head, then I told myself stories, and so the quality that had often been my biggest hindrance also became my greatest joy.