The thought that I might be able to use my art to contribute to a cause Marvin and I care about was one reason I kept plugging away at the project.
Stat!
My dear old friend Nancy Palmer would call that first paragraph “clearing your throat” and tell me to get rid of it. I would if I were writing a story or a novel. But this is just blathering on a blog, so what the heck.
News to Chirp About!
Ee-Oh-Lay! What Do Birds Say? illustrates bird songs and sounds made by 24 different birds, most fairly common throughout the U.S.
Here’s to hope.
The entire process was great messy fun and a satisfying waste of time.
Files Full of Stuff
There were scores of rejection letters. I hadn’t kept them all or else there would have been hundreds.
A Tale of Twin Books
Here’s a bit of the bunny-eat-bunny world that I’d put out of my mind up until recently. A terrific cartoonist I follow blogged about people stealing his ideas, and it brought back memories. Twice in my 35 year career, I felt that an idea I submitted had been stolen. I knew that we could not…
Don’t Quit Your Day Job!
…if your illustrating/writing abilities are valuable enough for someone else to profit from them, then maybe honor yourself enough to try being your own boss and choosing who gets to make money off of your talents.
A Fishy Story, continued…
I’ve been meaning to continue the Fishy Story for a while, but it has been a busy summer and autumn so far, what with gardening and harvesting, clean-up, and acclimating our new 3-1/2 year old border collie rescue who, like all dogs, requires lots of attention. Say hello, Hank. It turns out to be a…
A Fishy Story
I began my career with a picture book contract after about seven months of soliciting. The contract was with a very small children’s book imprint that was part of Dodd, Mead and Company, one of the pioneer publishing houses in the United States. During the 1980s when I started, the children’s book industry was diverse,…
More Casualties of COVID
Valentine’s Day was a sad day at the Funny Farm this year. I had Jeep put to sleep early that Monday morning, after a brief spell that began on Saturday. Nearly 16 year old Jeep died peacefully on his car blankees with me petting him, he having no clue what happened since the vet came…
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