I recently realized I have been working on “Owl Girl,” my latest graphic novel, for 9 months. And I feel like there’s still a month to go. I’m feeling what a lot of preggers ladies feel – now is the best time of our whole life together. It’s just you and me, babe; all inward, insular, cuddly, and warm. Soon, though, you’ll be out in the world, with all its demands, mean kids, judgments, hard won successes and easy disappointments.
This really is my favorite time in the life of an artist – drawing away in the studio, scratching out, filling in, laughing at our mistakes and miraculous breakthroughs. It’s not that I mind the technical stuff that’s coming; publishing, marketing, selling. Just as I don’t mind driving you to your friends for a playdate, replacing perfectly good clothes that you’ve outgrown, or getting up at 3 AM to get you out of jail. I don’t mind it, I just don’t enjoy it as much as I enjoy now.
But it’s inevitable, little book. Your fate awaits you in the big, cold, world. I can only hope the world loves you as much as I do.
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I KNOW having a baby is probably more difficult than making a book. I mean, I have watched every episode of “Call the Midwife.” So, please don’t call me out on this one. Thank you.