In truth, it’s what I have always loved doing. 

As a kid, my parents sometimes had to make me go outside and play because, left to my own devices, I would have happily spent all day writing stories about the adventures of pirates and ghosts, and illustrating each page with elaborate drawings. 

To be clear, my parents never discouraged my writing, art, or any form of creativity... quite the opposite. But, they were wise enough to know that kids should go outside and ride a bike or climb a great big tree once in a while. In spite of the frequent interruptions to the advancement of my stories, it was a pretty sweet life.

Much later, I gave up the daily tree-climbing and had a successful career as a professional creative at a great big coffee company in Seattle, where I remained over-caffeinated and extremely busy for approximately two decades. I made some cool friends and I had some adventures, but those are tales for another time.

Long story short, I’m finally back to happily spending my days writing books and drawing pictures, and I’d like to think that I’ve improved at both. I do still enjoy playing outside (though, these days, I mostly try to stay out of the trees).