I often wonder why so many people are desperate to get into children’s publishing. And, while I’m sure the reasons for it are varied, one of the things I love most about being able to draw (and it ending up in picture books) is that I end up feeling quite useful – and feeling useful to another human being feels good.
Whether we’re aware of it or not, humans tend to be able to feel the human effort behind work.
If it’s rare for the first thing that anyone makes to be the greatest of all time, then do we have no other choice but to keep making?
Which two names come to mind when we think about the crew of the Apollo 11 space mission, and why isn’t one of them “Mike”?
If the beginning of every years is spent anticipating the year to come, what does it mean for celebrating the year we’ve just lived?
How do I know if reading books, playing video games, going for walks and doing chores around the house is procrastination or rest?
