I woke up to a beautiful snowy morning and I was...sad. In fact, I was being a small pouty child. Why? Because I'm still sick and the five minutes I spent taking pictures on the front and back porches made my throat feel weird, got my breathing all funky, and brought back my cough. Tromping around in the snow was therefore not allowed. On top of it, my cold also prevented me from going into the city with Ethan, spending all day writing, etc. at my favorite coffee shop, and going grocery shopping with him in the evening, which I actually love doing and have missed lately. I was pathetic.
I should've been happy with just getting to watch the snow fall, which, even viewed behind window panes, is one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen, but I wasn't. I didn't get happy until, after sadly watching the snow for some time from beneath a pile of blankets on my bed, the view inspired me to write a new and better beginning for my kids book: a snowy scene. I don't know why, but even though my book is set in December, I kept imagining it starting in fall. I hurriedly got my iPad and keyboard and started typing away. I'm telling you right now, it's good, and it's going to get even better. I can picture most of the illustrations and I came up with a much better ending than I originally had.
The book is based on the true story of a spider Ethan and I encountered when we bought our Christmas tree. It features the cutest spider ever (not the real life one, the one I'm drawing - real spiders aren't cute), who is trying to find a home. Here's a preview of the little guy [Bear in mind that this is an early version of him that I sketched using the Paper app. The final illustrations will be hand drawn, possibly with oil pastels or Prisma colored pencils. It's going to be amazing.]:
Here's another snow picture just for good measure: