When family and friends find out that I write and illustrate children’s books they frequently ask how I got into it, often suggesting that it must surely have grown out of some lifelong dream. As much as I would like to confirm that inspiring explanation, I must admit that it wasn’t like that at all.
The truth is that making children’s books came upon me rather suddenly and inexplicably. True, my whole life I’ve drawn and written poetry abundantly, and creating things has always been of highest fulfillment to me. Perhaps the books are the natural conjoining of these long-existing passions. Predictably, therefore, the creation of these books has been a treasure to me – a life source to my spirit.
I guess it all started when I had an idea for a storyline based on the hilarious true experiences of my younger brother. I created a character for the story and began writing. I had no idea what I was doing… or what I was starting.
The books evolved from there. Each subsequent book was better than the last – I began to find my style and niche.
All that being said, one of the most fulfilling part of this is interacting with the kids in school readings. We have a blast watching Marker Kid videos, coloring, making up our own character like Ethan the Earth (totally dictated by the children, only drawn by me}, and of course reading the books. The best thing is seeing the creative characters created by the kids themselves. That makes me happy.