Whilst the lovely Charlotte is busy with some illustrations for We 3 Kings (well, she will be shortly when I email her this file lying around on my desktop), I don't so much find myself at a loose end but rather have a bee in my bonnet about finishing some projects that I started in the summer.

The biggest bee has turned out to be my million scraps of paper for The Ballad of the Goat Faced Boy... a Roald Dahl sort of affair about a boy (natch) with the face of a goat who finds solace in the arms of a travelling freakshow... all done in the best possible taste of course.

In my head, I knew exactly what I wanted all along and lo - a visit to flickr this evening revealed a talent I must work with. This is a stolen image from one of Angie's photo albums on there (thus very copyrighted) and I love it! End of story. So tomorrow looks like being a day of finding said million scraps of paper in order to tempt her into the Circle of Fear and producing some more killer work.

Some days (see previous post) I feel like hanging up the gloves but then something like this comes along and tells me not to be such a jerk...