A new story about a ladybug

A ladybug sits at the edge of a leaf, looking out over a landscape and mountains.

Over the years, I’ve accumulated quite a backlog of stories in my notebooks, most of them too short for a real book. So I’m going to share some of them online, so at least people can read them. Today I’m pleased to present a tiny tale called The Ladybug Who Wasn’t Ready (Yet). This is a story I wrote a few years ago, and it’s been itching to get out into the world, much like the protagonist. It’s a story for late bloomers and quiet thinkers everywhere, about persevering and following your own path.

I tried out some new tools for the illustrations, using a a pen that I carved from a hollow stick, dipped in ink. In the past I’ve used a brush, but sometimes that can be constraining, because it requires such slow and careful drawing. The stick has its limitations, it’s difficult to vary line thickness, but it also has its strengths, you can draw in any direction and get some interesting textures. I’ll continue experimenting with this tool to see where it leads.

You can read the entire story here. Hope you enjoy it, and I hope to share more stories in the coming months!

Two ladybugs talking