I've been submitting and querying a children's picture book for the last few weeks. Tiresome business indeed. I think it will end up as a beautiful book some day, a book that parents will love reading over and over again to their wee ones, as those wee ones demand.
It's hard to picture that day at this stage; the day when my vision for the illustrations actually comes into existence. The text on it's own reads like a weak poem. It's a wonder any picture books get picked up given how starkly they read outside the context of their pictures.
If I were more of an artist, I'd do it myself. But I have just enough talent to be dangerous. I'd be just like the person described in that old saw: the person who represents himself in court has a fool for a client.
I'm often foolish, but am not completely a fool.
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