It has always felt more natural for me to describe myself as an illustrator rather than an author. The title of “author” was one I wore with much unease for quite some time into my career of making books.
When I left school and went on to study illustration at Kingston University, I felt a great sense of relief, thinking my days of writing were finally over. No more essays for me – I was going to art school! I had a wonderful time over the next three years, developing my drawing skills and trying to figure out who I was as an image maker (though I made a lot of terrible art along the way).
However, after graduating and starting to seek out publishers interested in my ideas and illustrations, I realized that I was going to have to find some words and I was going to have to arrange those words on the page alongside my pictures in a cohesive way.
This was, to say the least, a daunting prospect. I was diagnosed with dyslexia in primary school, and words had always felt like my nemesis – something I had been battling with from the very moment I was introduced to them. Despite this, I was determined to create picture books. As wonderful as wordless books can be, there is a limited market for them, so I knew I would have to write, which meant pushing myself out of my comfort zone.
Over the past 15 years, I’ve learned and improved my skills in writing picture books. I can now happily say that I feel much less intimidated by the process and, as with most things once practiced, I am far better at it than when I started.
Although I still feel much more natural with the illustrating part of my job, creating pictures is my happy place – a place where an entire day can slip by without my noticing. The late, great Ken Robinson calls this feeling “The Element”, the point at which talent meets personal passion. (I still pinch myself that I found a career that allows me to draw all day!)
Writing, however, remains much harder and less natural for me. It’s something that requires a lot of concentration and mental energy. Even while writing this piece, I’ve left it until the last possible moment before the deadline because it’s a challenge, and I had pictures to draw!
This is why I must be strict with myself. No pudding (illustrating) until I’ve finished my dinner (writing). When making a book, I may allow myself some character sketches and maybe one colour illustration to get a feel for the style and setting, but the words need to be in a place I’m happy with before I begin to draw. That’s usually not a problem with picture books, which typically average a 500–1000-word count.
But then along came the character of Little Lim.