there lived a mother who really wanted to write a story. She wrote and wrote and wrote - ideas, inspirations, and snippets of conversations, in a notebook. She wasn't much of a painter so she used her daughter as a model for the illustrations.
She sketched . . .
and sketched some more . . .
doodling and erasing a lot of the time.
She used watercolors to add color to the sketches she liked,
and then started typing and typing and typing.
Wish me luck!