Picture Book Idea Month

I lifted this banner from Tara Lazar’s über informative blog. As I’m sure most of you know, November is National Novel Writing Month – thirty days and nights of literary abandon.

OK. OK. You may not be as a completely dedicated
nerd as I. Maybe you spend November riding motorcycles and getting in gang fights, things I merely read about because PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT THOSE THINGS! You’re not getting off the hook that easily.

Several friends of mine participated in NaNoWriMo last year. My interest in the challenge was sparked. I was Charlie Bucket, my face
smashed up to the glass, watching as they tarried away clickity-clacking their keyboards. I just didn’t have the kind of time needed to dedicate to the monumental task of writing a novel. I was too busy with clients and children’s illustrations.

Enter PiBoIdMo. This one month challenge mirrors the work of authors around the globe who are churning out page after page of double spaced. The difference is it’s geared towards authors and illustrators who cater to the children’s market. PiBoIdMo challenges you to
generate one new picture book idea a day.

Here’s a glimpse at my inaugural idea. I’ll be keeping my actual ideas pretty close to the vest. Here’s some art for you to look at so you know I’m keeping my end up.
Fall Back
I join Tara and we urge you to grab a crayon, a pencil, a word doc or a post-it.
Change your perspective and go be prolific.

If you’re not writing a novel this month but are participating in PiBoIdMo you might want to stop by National Novel Writing Month site from time to time to get some inspiration for your one idea a day goal.
www.nanowrimo.org

I’ll be here as well as I attempt my first novel. I might give you updates at She She Sure is Sketchy here and there, but it’s not nearly as visual as my participation in Picture Book Idea month and probably not close to as fun.

I will however, be all a twitter about both. So keep an eye on my twitter feed as I continue to document everything I overextend myself to do. Why would I ever choose sleep over fun?
listening to right this second: “Such Great Heights” — Postal Service

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