I'm going to start the New Year off with some exciting news about my greetings cards. As usual, there's a story behind this which involves my gut instinct taking me to unexpected places... Last year I was thinking about spending a small fortune on a 3-month online course which would 'help my career'. But then… Continue reading The adventure that led to selling greetings cards
The illustration above is very pertinent right now as 4 weeks ago, I lost my job. There was no warning. I walked into work and was told that there was no more work in the pipeline. These things happen when you freelance. (I have been freelancing for the last 2 years, writing wellbeing books for a… Continue reading Follow your own star
Do you ever get the feeling your life needs a revamp? I’ve been feeling this way for a while now and, as I’m a firm believer in decluttering your life in order to let new stuff in, I’ve started by revamping my blog! I wrote my first blog post over four years ago under a… Continue reading A few changes around here…
If you’re pondering what to buy someone you love this Christmas, I can recommend Drawing for the Artistically Undiscovered by Quentin Blake. It's bloody brilliant. Described as "a sketchbook with training wheels", it’s perfect for little kids and big kids who long to draw but are too scared and/or don’t know where to begin (that… Continue reading Drawing for the Artistically Undiscovered
Here is a conversation I have with myself quite regularly: ME 1: You are too immature. Writing children’s books and collecting children’s illustrations and cards and prints. Really! It’s time you grew up. ME 2: But David Walliams hasn’t grown up. And he’s written several bestselling children’s books. ME 1: It’s OK for David Walliams.… Continue reading You don’t have to grow up (not entirely)
I know I said my next post would be about ‘earning a living doing what you love’ but this is virtually the same thing. I nicked this line from Hugh MacLeod: If you can express your soul, the rest ceases to matter. Actually, I didn’t so much nick it, it hijacked me. I was sitting in… Continue reading If you can express your soul, the rest ceases to matter
I was flicking through some old sketchbooks this afternoon. I'm not claiming to be Picasso or anything but here are some feathered friends: I think this little chap might be called Humphrey.