Fall is here and I am still alive!
When I look over the color mechanicals for my next book, "The Princess and Her Panther", I can hardly remember painting the illustrations this past summer.
When I visit my sister and I see her moving easily around her home without a walker, I can hardly remember visiting the Mayo Clinic with her so many times this past summer.
When I drive my son Cooper to his classes at Circus Juventas, I cannot recall the hours spent painting a giant Imperial Palace and other sets.
When I watch my daughter Ruby prepare for college applications, our 12 day road trip to the east to visit colleges and relatives this past summer seems like a dream.
What a summer it was! Truly a test of my emotional and physical endurance on so many levels. I hardly remember the actual season of summer at all, but I did keep a daily journal to which I can return. That is something I do for myself, even when life tugs its hardest on my time. I start the day with writing- sometimes just documenting what happened the day before, or listing what has to be done the rest of the day, and sometimes just a free-flow of thoughts, stories, dreams and imaginings.
With the fall winds come a return:
- to my studio, clean and ready for new stories and paintings.
- to an Midwest Booksellers Honor Award for SNOW
- to pulling teaching materials together for a week of presenting at The American School of Bombay in Mumbai, India
- to long walks, long books, and my Ten Potatoes!