Hello. This is me speaking, but it is not me speaking. As you have likely been informed of this fact beforehand, I realize I have no need to explain that I am not here. However, I thought I would double-check just in case anyone thought I was someone else. Which I am not. But I am. But I’m not. Or am I?
Rest assured that as I write this I’m checking whether I am still me as well. This brings to mind some of the odd things about writing and illustrating a book: for the most part, the book you write talks to a lot more people than you ever will, and you are very rarely there when the fun happens.
I find it difficult to believe that something I made up is being read in America by people I have never met, so my thanks go to the organizers for not only including my book in flattering company but helping me realize that this is all really happening. It’s humbling and a real honor.
My thanks go to the marvelous Templar Books and Candlewick Press, who have accidentally succeeded in making me jealous of how well traveled a book can be, and have been very supportive of a fledgling picture book maker.
My thanks also go to anyone who reads picture books. It’s a fantastic genre, and capable of so many things — including, funnily enough, helping people to speak but not speak to each other.