I’m stepping out of the box.
The last three nights I’ve had nightmares. They were all related to one of my two WIPS’s – the one about a detective solving a series of ritual cannibal murders. I needed saving from my own imagination!
Youngest was the rescuing hero. Digging around the store-room under the staircase yesterday he discovered my old leather art-portfolio. Stuffed in it were some illustrations I did for the two older children. They were meant to accompany a series of doggerel I’d written for them.
Well, it’s always better late than never. And they sure make a difference from a detective reading a cookbook about cooking people:(
The one up there in the picture is the first – A Missive from an Unguided Upbringing.
What do you think? Love to hear your thoughts …