Nope. It's not a typo. I'm in flux. If you count novels, picture books, or partial chapter books, I'm a writer. If you count poetry, I'm an author. But I've been writing, critique-grouping and not submitting for quite a while.

Bravery came first for illustration and graphic design, so I made a living out of it. Now I'm semi-retired and working hard again on my own writing and writer/illustrator projects.

Okay, so it shouldn’t be much of a surprise that when I’m writing, I think in visual scenes. When Illustrating, I think of deepening the story.

• I love words, but keep things spare when writing for children, choosing the best and fewest that fit the project.
• I love the sound of a good sentence and read aloud to check. The length of the manuscript doesn’t change that.
• I love dialog—if you don't succumb to the deadly "as you know, Bob" exposition, it shows so much without telling the reader what to think. It's a pace-controller, too, if you like.
• Dummies for picture books? Yes. Outlines for novels? No. But for both, I'm thinking ahead, pacing things out, knowing where they need to end up in order to matter.
• I love warm humor, it shows us the good sides of life, especially when times are awful.
• Revising helps me sort and show what I really mean—way better than talking or early drafts.
• Chapter endings need to tempt a page turn.
• And page turns—I think of them all the time.
• I’m slightly OCD (you may have guessed). I care about each project's production process. I work from the intended result, backward, often after asking too many questions.

A friend of mine who used to be my husband, still says, after I recover from something germy, “You’re not back to normal, you’re back to your usual self.”

That just about sums it up, I think, for all creative people. He’s a creative thinker, too. Scientists need to be, at least part of the time, so . . ..

When I was young, my books were well loved—sometimes doing double duty in block towers, other times, as a source of past-bedtime sneak-reading under the covers, lit by the glow-in-the-dark eye of my owl puppet, one word at a time.

When I was old enough to write stories, they were mighty similar to those lit by owl light. But that changed. After I began to write about things I noticed on my own, my seaweed poem somehow ended up in a gallery window next to my mom's artwork. It was the first time unfamiliar people could read what I wrote. I still remember that thrill—plus the unexpected feeling of vulnerability.

Writing is like that. Actually all creativity is—whether it’s art, dance, music, science, math—you need to be both brave and vulnerable to create something new. Otherwise, you stick with what’s safe and you (and others around you) eventually leave or go nuts with boredom.

Kindness and Good Advice
Over twenty years ago, after reading Jane Yolen's Touch Magic, I wrote her an enthusiastic fan letter, enclosed some enthusiastic picture book manuscripts, and sent it to her publisher with a request to forward it.

Amazingly, they did. Even more amazingly, Ms. Yolen wrote back . . . from Scotland . . . diplomatically suggesting that I might like to join the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators.

I did, and still am a member. The SCBWI taught me how much I didn't know about writing and illustrating for children, how badly I wanted to learn, and inspired me to share what knowledge I had. It provided a whole world of encouragement for staying open, vulnerable—creative!

I'm shy in crowds but co-created/ran three SCBWI events with author/illustrator Carol Heyer. I even spoke in front of nearly 200 people at a Writers' Day conference without crying. My illustrations were published with the help of longtime rep (now retired) Ann Remen-Willis:  five non-fiction trade books, countless educational books, and many illustrations in Ladybug, Cricket, and Highlights magazines.

So, Bravery
Okay, children’s illustration—check! I want to do more, but bravery's already there. Writing’s been my last holdout. Fear and necessity squeezed writing into the spaces between freelance work and family. Lots was written, but almost no submitting. Just two children's poems published in Ladybug.

It’s taken decades of reading, experimenting, and revising to write at what I’m hoping is at a professional level in a way that resonates with children. I love writing, even the frustrating parts. It unscrambles my brain, makes me laugh, and fills my heart.

Now that I’m semi-retired, I get to write. And submit. I’m no longer closeted. I'm coming out.

Hopefully, it won’t take anyone as long as it took me. If you’re wondering, please know it doesn't matter who you are or what your initial skills are. Keep at it. Keep learning. Read new books, Read aloud. Keep being as brave as possible. Join SCBWI. Surround yourself with encouraging, funny, and open people. Listen to your own inner voice. Listen to real children. Volunteer at a school like I did, or do your own bit with sharing and be ready for surprises, chance, and change. It's never boring and it just might be what fills your heart.