My pointer Weet. He served as the raison d'être for the contribution I made to the book I have coming out, "Scrambled Ink"(see my other blog).
I love words and have no reluctance to use them whenever possible, but for the Scrambled Ink story I wound up cutting nearly all of the text. Initially I'd planned something much more like "Eloise". Not comparing myself in any way against the brilliant Hilary Knight or Kay Thompson, mind you--I just enjoy the sorts of stories that are all too rare nowadays-ones that are a little bit more text than pictures but the pictures are many.
In the event the story I did is all pictures; I now look at it as a kind of private conversation/reminiscence between Pete and me, who had been to Paris for the first and only time not long before.
