I’ve long dreamed of writing and illustrating a book. The title of my book, Sleepwalking Through Oysterville, came to me in a flash in the early 1990s when my now husband and I were living in St. Petersburg, Florida. Yesterday afternoon I finished the drawing you see here which I feel intuitively has a strong connection to Sleepwalking Through Oysterville. Following up on this sign, I’ll pull out the crappy first draft of Sleepwalking Through Oysterville, which I wrote almost three years ago in November 2021 during National Novel Writing Month, and read it from beginning to end. Do not be afraid.
“Rhapsody in Blue” and “An American in Paris”
whilst making this drawing.