As an author writing comes from the imagination. A world inside your own head. So I thought to myself: "Who else can understand and bring to life that world?" The answer is me. I can draw. All those reams of paper I have used over the years sketching and coloring have come to life. Man, I wish I would have put this into motion a long time ago. I kick myself for every day I let this slide. Well no use beating myself up. Just need to move forward and get it printed and out there for everyone else.
By the way, Colored pencils hurt after you use them long enough. Like 2 or 3 hours of constant use. But the illustrations look great. So I am happy. Now I have to pick up speed on the second book.
1 comment:
go Frank go!
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