I’ve often grumbled that I would have preferred to become an accountant, just like my father. A bit of adding and subtracting, multiplying and dividing, and that’s it. No mind that comes up with brilliant ideas at the most inconvenient times, ideas you feel compelled to work out just to get some peace. But unfortunately, as the only one in the family, I seem to have inherited the creative gene from some distant ancestor, so off I went again.
After writing the new story with a grin, I moved on to the illustrations. More grumbling followed, because my brain had decided it would be fun to recreate famous paintings. Why did I want this again? I wondered, more than once, late in the evening.
And then… suddenly, it was finished. The illustrations, the story, the design, everything, in two languages. The books, both in English and Dutch, are now published on Amazon. While I’m waiting for a proof copy, I still feel a bit hesitant about promoting the book. Marketing and sales aren’t exactly my strongest suit. So before I know it, my mind is already racing again, thinking about the next book… and it never really stops.
Being creative; it’s both a blessing and a curse.
