Maybe it was that I’d been drawing all day and couldn’t quite “get it right,” or maybe it was my daughter’s laughter as she used her oil pastels next to me last night, but for some reason Saint-Ex’s The Little Prince popped to mind. Like so many, my parents adored this book and passed their love of it on to me. My daughter still isn’t interested, though I hope one day she’ll no longer think it’s boring.
“Where do I come from? I come from my childhood.”
In my world, the character is female and books replace swords. Let’s keep trying to make it so….