I said I wouldn't do this. I said, "I have a website, okay?" Never mind that I haven't updated it in over a year. Never mind that my publisher, Chronicle Books has asked me to do this, and I always replied, "maybe. At some point." So here I am, navigating these strange and deep waters. Not only did I spend hours trying to sort through the myriad options that exist to create a page- one that in my previous history of being a graphic designer would have happened faster using an X-acto knife and rubber cement... but I also joined Facebook. I feel like I've hung myself, along with all of my dirty laundry, on a clothes line running across the expanse of the universe.
Why am I doing this? Good question. I'm not really sure. Hopefully I'm going to shed some light on my life as an author, an illustrator, an artist, a teacher, a student, a wife, a step-mother, a woman, a human being. I hope I can do it with humor and with honesty. If it is possible, I hope I can be inspiring.
That is a tall order, I know. But it will also help me to share my books- in actuality, and between the lines. My posts will encompass a broad range: books, writing, art and life. For me, what else is there? Someone will say, "what about love?" I'm going to try to bring love to all I do, because it falls under that last category: Life.
This is my life. This will develop into my home. Right now there is no furniture. Just one picture hanging on the wall. Words will follow. So will art, photos, and videos if I get that creative. I hope you will follow, too. Welcome to "The Night I Followed the Blog." Thank you for stopping by.