When we make the decision to become a writer, it is because there is a story so urgent to be told, that it won’t leave us alone until we tell it.
When I begin an illustration, more often than not, I have no idea where the pencil will take me. I look at the grooves in the paper and let my mind wander a bit, seeing if a character may take shape there alongside the shadows on the page.
I’m a writer.
There I said it. There’s no going back. It’s right there in black and white. I am a writer. I may not have always known this small fact about myself, but there’s no denying it now. There are stories in me that must be made real.