One of the most frustrating things about illustrating books is that I never get to spend as much time with my creations as I’d like because my books are more or less limited to 32 pages; which seems like the blink of the eye. 

I draw what I know best. How many people talk to the things around them? Okay, at the risk of sounding like I'm off my rocker, I admit that I do. And that literally includes the rocker, and the lamp and the guinea pig and, of course the dogs.

“Where do I get my characters?” It’s the most commonly asked question when I’m out in the real world. Right behind, “Could you please direct me to the restroom?” and “Where is the latest TWILIGHT installment located at?”