After months of wiping my book’s nose, combing its hair and spit-polishing its cheek, I finally downed my keyboard. The never-ending-editing story was over. Finished. I did a pint-sized victory wriggle. And then my thumbs began to twiddle.
“What if the chapter headings were partnered by pictures?” I wondered, as one hand reached for ink and the other clutched some paper. I pulled the pen-lid off with my teeth and started drawing.
I had seemingly forgotten that The Summer Sacrifice has 51 chapters.
51 illustrations later and my right hand is all a-tremble. Hope you enjoy. Thoughts and comments, as always, welcome!