This is my journey in creating concepts, writing, illustrating, finding a literary agent, and becoming a published children's book author and illustrator for the picture book genre.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Andy continues on

I am starting another page off my dummy. I wonder if others have the same issues that I have. After sketching everything out, I find changes that I want to make when I re-sketch it on my water color paper. This page will include text of a song that Andy and Lilly sing. Keep checking as I update it!



just starting with the background after the primary sketch
first layers of water color to the characters

here is the end result before text.

lost in thought...


In a dreamy time and one not so long ago; our worlds faded from many into one against a common foe. We gathered together; hands bound by loyalty and time. What we faced ahead was more than an evil crime. The black masses of airless mist invaded our homes as evil hissed. Our protectors were taken from their beds that long and endless night. This was the start of a doomed and timeless fight. Gates were closed and magic lost. One world ended at imagination’s cost. 

Our worlds, including yours, are dependent upon a powerful rock crystal. This crystal maintains our worlds' dimensional walls; both apical and distal. Please allow me to share in what ignorance has kindly afforded. These planes that were once accessed by all have now been magically boarded. Imagine a world of worlds shared by souls of many. To travel, all one must do is pay tribute with a penny. This isn't the copper that you may know. In the light, one's true intentions will show. A dream, a thought, or even a dance; intentions are known with only a glance. These pennies were once common, but no longer so. This is where my story must go. As you are reading this now, hope is more than a prayer.. I know that it is you who truly will care. In your heart, you are true. I offer this as your first clue. To find me, you must believe. Our existence is where the lies and truth weave.


Dreams are lost to reality as fiction books close. I am not what you think. We are not foes. Embrace me, fantasy. Embrace me, dreams. Together we must pursue and break the barrier’s beams.