Once again, I am in chaos, a dark and murky jumble, where all is confusion and disorder: I am beginning a new project. The physical chaos mirrors the mental chaos with which I begin any new project, whether as an illustrator or a writer. As encouragement, I frequently remind myself that in many creation myths, even the Great Creator began with chaos.
I try to trust that I, too, will be able to separate the light from the dark; that I, too, will be able to gather and form and shape disparate elements into an ordered universe. In other words, that I will be able to create another book.
