Walking the trail (because it’s cheaper than paying a therapist)

As my husband so intelligently pointed out to me, he’d rather take me for a walk on the trail than foot the bill for therapy. So here’s today’s “Go get the stink blown off you” pictures from the trail. And then this one, which isn’t a joke. I’m thinking the businesses at the End were constantly having to answer the question about …

So late with this here, but HEY! I HAVE AN AGENT!!!

It’s true. I pinky swear. We had Tricia Lawrence from Erin Murphy Literary Agency on our faculty at a somewhat recent Western Pennsylvania regional SCBWI conference, and the two of us seemed to hit it off pretty well. But that was November of 2014, and it had been months since I had submitted a picture book dummy to her. And, honestly, I had assumed it …

In a funk kind of day

Today I seem to be enduring another funk kind of day. Funk, as in, I’m in one. You know when nothing wants to work right? And whatever you do doesn’t really matter? Spinning in circles? Getting nowhere? That’s me today. My last three figure drawings likely won’t see the light of day until I’m dead and somebody finds them and decides …