I feel like a broken record.
Still working on the illustrations.
The story is set. The dialogue set.
The story concept of illustrations set.
It is only the cover page, but finally a start.
What is in my way?
Me. My own fears of imperfection. It won’t be perfect. I am not an artist. I am just a grandma, drawing a picture book for a grandchild. The only opinion that matters is my grandchild’s opinion.
Will I publish it?
Just like with the chapter book, I learned a lot. I know more than I did before. So when I get to what I really want to do, the experience will help me produce a much better book.
Most importantly, my grandchildren love it.
That is enough of a reason.