I love to write and illustrate children’s picture books. To me, they present a challenge like no other. It isn’t just about words. It isn’t just about pictures (there are exceptions to this one). It is about the perfect marriage between them both. It is a dance between what is written and what is shown visually. As one gives, the other takes. For myself, it is the most rewarding work process. I can learn more from doing a picture book than from any other type of project. I love the process…the building of the foundation, the first awkward steps, the refinement, the finding of the voice. However, my favorite moment is when the story takes a life of its own. When done properly, when given proper consideration and time, it leaves you. It is out of your hands and becomes what it wants to. It writes itself and tells itself.
Me describing this process isn’t enough to properly share the joy it brings me. That is why I have decided to share this experience with the world. From the start to finish, I plan to develop a new picture book and bring you along every step via this blog. As many of you may know, I am deep in the trenches with my latest effort “Moo-Pig.” However, it has began to reach the point I mentioned earlier. The one where it is out of my hands. “Moo-Pig” has life and I’m very proud of this and ready to start anew.
A few notes about this story. It was written originally in 2001. I also did a few quick mock-ups of what the illustrations might look like. I will include those at the bottom of the poem. Remember, this a very rough draft. So here it is, laid out bare and real. The first step. The idea and original story. My first few steps will include refining this. A little polish will do it wonders. The story is called “This Tree is for Me.” It is a simple poem. In the end, it will be 32 pages:
This Tree is for me
By Jeff Duckworth
Why Orange Monkey do you live in a tree?
Asked the purple fish who lived in the sea.
Trees are quite scary, they reach to the sky,
And it would hurt very much to fall from that high.
Trees are hard but my sea is soft.
A sea is a thing you can never fall off.
So why Orange Monkey do you live in that tree?
Come in the water and live in the sea.
Because, said the monkey swinging on a vine.
The sea is yours but this tree is all mine.
My tree is hard but your see is too big.
Compared to your sea my tree is a twig.
Your tree is so high. High as can be.
My water is low. Come live in the sea.
I love to swing. I love to live in the sky.
I love being a monkey and here is why.
Up high there is one monkey. That is my wish.
Because in the water there are many bigger fish.
And so said the Orange Monkey that lived in the tree.
I live up high. Living up here is for me.
The purple fish smiled and then swam away.
He loved the water. It is where he would stay.
And the monkey was so happy to live up high,
That he hung from his tail and waved good-bye.
The purple fish may swim in his sea,
But I’m happy up here. This tree is for me.

This Tree is for Me original sketch. Click to enlarge.
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