When I was about 8 years old I passionately vowed to become a children's book illustrator and writer. Then I grew up and left that dream behind. But now I'm back on track.
It feels great to be fulfilling my life's purpose and I've learned much since I began this past April. For example, I initially began using words to write my first manuscript and soon found that drawing is the best way for me to "write". Therefore I'm just filling up my sketch-book with scenes and will add the words later. Whatever works, right?
The biggest obstacle to my life's purpose is using color yet I'm coming along at a slow but steady pace. And don't be afraid to get in my face like an army drill sergeant when it comes to critiquing my skills. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. Sometimes birds need a big fat push out the nest whether they can fly or not. Wings can only be strengthened if they're used.