Researching publishers, learning the names and work schedules of all my favorite helpful people at the Office Depot print station, putting together my final book dummy, writing query letters, doing what I need to do to send this project out … Continued
I love the winter solstice. For months we have been stepping one foot in front of the other, moving every day into a longer darker night. And then, the winter solstice arrives, and we pause. We stand on this … Continued
I’ve been working steadily on this book for about two years now. Two years. That is nothing compared to how long I’ve wanted to write and illustrate a children’s book, which is the grand sum of my entire life… so … Continued
I have been stewing and thinking and thinking and stewing about the world this past week. I think like most people my main fear, thought, worry, grievance is in the question that keeps rattling through my head– “what does this … Continued
” What’s a draft?” My daughter asked me. Well, it’s a piece of work that is finished, but also not finished. It’s a complete version, ready for edits, ready for the next step. “So it’s not actually done?” In the … Continued
Summer– home with my daughters during the day– naturally I had ambitions of getting so much done. It took at least a month for me to realize and remember that summer is impossible. There is no chance for any … Continued
Doing some quick facial studies today. What’s the best way I’ve found to do this? Use yourself as a model! Do whatcha need to do. No shame.
Last weekend, I took two days for myself. I checked into a nice hotel downtown– I wandered through the market, in and out of oddity shops. I looked at teapots. I explored a rooftop garden. I stopped in an Irish pub … Continued
At the top, he looks across the garden. He does not see Sylvie, yet somehow he feels closer to her here among the friendly faces of the flowers. He feels the wind. It is a breathing, beating drum of wind … Continued
He stops to rest, and looks up at the flowers towering above him. Up he climbs, up the twisting vines, up toward the the pink and golden buds that smile open to the sky. The leafy path smells fresh … Continued