Kids, kids, more kids and some children too.
Supposed to be painting, but it appears I’m visiting schools on a daily basis.
Five new books on the horizon so next year I’m back to my day job*.
*Unless the invitation comes from somewhere exotic, remote, or unturndownable.
I’ll miss all their eager eyes and cheeky grins, and funny comments like:
“We have your photo in the library,” they say in unison
“That’s lovely,” I reply.
“But you don’t look anything like the picture,” they add.
“Oh, why’s that?” I ask.
“You are sooo much older in person.”