Gus is really into drawing this year. Considering we could barely get him to pick up a pencil for the first four years of his life, I am thrilled at the time he's been devoting to his art.
Yesterday he was in my office, and he told me he would like to make a book "similar to something by Maurice Sendak."
Pfff. Get in line, man.
"A lot of people want to get books published, Gus. It takes talent and hard work. Plus you have to have an AGENT. No publisher is going to take an unsolicited manuscript from a first-time author."
"Do you have any blank paper?"
I gave him some paper, a few Sharpies and a random flesh-toned marker from my desk drawer, and he proceeded to illustrate and bind his masterpiece. "I'm going to sound out the words to put in later," he told me.
Way to not get bogged down in the minutiae, kid.