I’ve been working on a chapter book — maybe a very young novel — called Secret Sisters of the Salty Sea. It has lots of drawings. 64 of them, if they all stay in. I finished the art on Saturday, on Monday I packaged it up and shipped it off.
Two of the walls in my studio are bulletin boards. When I’m working on a book, the bulletin boards fill up, bit by bit, with the illustrations. As they do, I feel myself living in the world they create.
Here’s wall #1:
And then, just as the world becomes complete, I empty the walls. Because, as usual, I am way past my deadline, and there is no time to linger.
Now I am in the world of empty bulletin boards:
I miss the drawings. But I also love the world of, what’s next? The tabula rasa. The clean slate. I’ll tell you what’s next, says my inner drill sergeant. Speaking of “clean,” you could clean up this mess you call a studio.
I will, I answer. Bit by bit.
I think the book will be out next spring.
I love your process, Lynne, of living in the world of your book. You must be relieved and let down at the same time when you send off your drawings. A part of you goes missing until your book is published.
exactly! hugs to you, Deb.
I love your world and look forward to another book from you!