I went to my studio, a typical Friday. I write. I illustrate. I work on submitting my work.
Something was quite different today. I looked around. OMG Where am I? Who has been in here messing with my stuff? I started to feel violated. What reality am I in, a parallel universe? There were things I did not recognize. There were things out of place. My 2009 goals that I searched for and never found were pinned on my bulletin board. I was feeling a little dazed and confused as I documented my most recent rejections letters, two from the same editor regarding the same manuscript.
As I straightened up my disheveled bookshelf, I found a clue, a tiny (1.5” long) tube of toothpaste, made in Japan! It would maybe give you one brushing, 2 if you were very careful. It was so cute! Odd. Tiny toothpaste on a bookshelf in a children’s book author/illustrators' studio is just bizarre. How did it get here? Who has been in my studio and left me a dolly sized dental product, un –opened, safety sealed?
to be continued….
