Today was a difficult day. Tomorrow will be better

I think writers are observers and watchers. We always have our ears open and eyes open, so I might see something in everyday life that inspires me. And I think that's probably more than anything else. Everyday life is where I get my inspiration.

I always craft my words to the point where I think and hope they're perfect before I ever begin sketching.

The sky was full - of blue and sun. The ocean reflected it and was flat and glossy like a fancy ballroom floor. To Martha, this was the most beautiful sight, a miracle. The ocean made her feel insignificant and slightly afraid, but in an exhilarating way. Her inclination was not to walk or dance across the water's surface. Nor to swim through it. She wanted to *be* the ocean

E così, nella cassa da morto del sindaco, il bambino, l’uccellino e il costruttore di casse da morto salparono verso quelle luci lontane e la promessa di una nuova vita sull’Isola incantata di Ile.

Your child is not your business card