From My Sketchbook
From My Sketchbook
Before there were chapters, there were drawings.
I began with a farmers market stand and a rough map of streets that only existed in my head. I needed to see the town before I could write it. I sketched Blue Creek Lake. I mapped the 163 acres. I placed the concert stage, the café, the barber shop. I drew the town center until it felt real.
I thought of the families. I had to draw a fox in a leather jacket with a microphone to bring Wilder to life or a porcupine in a boy scout uniform to bring Paddy to life.
Lawhoma did not begin on a keyboard. It began in pencil.
When I could see it, I could walk through it. When I could see the character faces they became real enough to live in Lawhoma. When I could walk through it, I could tell its story.
Chicken scratch outlines and journal notes that grew as Lawhoma Hills slowly found its shape. Character names changed. Chapters wandered. Whole months passed in edits. What began in pencil and crossed-out lists became the town and families you see now.
This little pink door became the messy logo for Pink Door Publishing. 💕💕