So there I was the other night, happily painting another illustration. Then, these teeny-weeny little bugs started showing up. Buzzing around and then landing on my painting... in my paint... they were everywhere! I couldn't brush them away for fear that I'd end up with bug guts on the paper, so I had to just let them be. It was funny and annoying at the same time. Reminded me of a story my friend Amy told me about a box elder bug walking across one of her oil paintings. In other news, I brought a story to MNSCBWI meet-up on Tuesday night and no one hated it, so I look forward to polishing it up and putting together a dummy to see what happens. Only 5 more illustrations to go, and then I'll be done working on the book. It is weird because part of me is excited to meet my deadline and the other part of me is sad to be done with it because it had been such a great experience and I just love the story and all the characters.
Here's hoping all of you have a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend!