Where The Wild Things Aren't

A reminder that big things can be on the other side of feeling small

I am currently working on a fresh draft of a brand-new picture book.

This is not the first draft. There have been several previous drafts. For more than two years I have revisited this project. This one, though, this time … I feel close. It’s much closer to capturing the spirit I’m aiming for.

Not there yet. Getting closer. I keep trying.

I am enjoying it, but do find a familiar feeling arriving to visit. It’s a sense that I’m somehow not up to the task of what is before me. A feeling that the idea of this book is too beautiful and big for little me. Someone else should be doing this.

Maybe you’ve felt something similar?

The wonderful and fascinating book Dear Genius offers a glimpse into the creative process of publishing legend Ursula Nordstrom. It’s witty, wise, and sometimes biting back-and-forths with a who’s-who of picture book makers from the 1940s into the 70s.

I made an illustrated account of one of my favorite stories from the book.

Whoever you are …

Wherever you are …

No, you’re not Tolstoy. No, you’re not Sendak. You are you, though. Let’s see that.

Stick with it.

Here’s to the wild things we all have yet to find.

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Created this playful monster for a recent issue of the Goodnewspaper! You can see it here.