“Trust me you can do this…”
“Are you sure?”
Jill looked back at Kirin, his long silver hair fluttering in the breeze with an infectious grin all over his face as he swiped the hair away from his auburn eyes. He had to be kidding, right? No, he was as serious as ever. She took a breath and looked down, the cliff she stood upon was a sheer fall, the crashing of waves under her sounded miles away; vertigo swam through her head and she could feel her knees go weak. There was no way she could do this, could she?
It all began with a moment of whimsy and one little Teddy Bear…
When I was at the A Teddy Bear Tale book signing at Ukazoo books, one of the questions I was asked was what inspired the story and how did it end up as an illustrated tale; as I told the tale of the story I realized that although the production blog follows the Kickstarter part of its creation I never told the origins of Tristan the Teddy Bear.
The story began over five months ago as small paragraph that came in my head after looking at one of Jean’s abandoned Teddy Bears on a shelf. The little fella was dusty, leaning to one side and had long been ignored; however the amber eye still sparkled and there was still a smile on his face. Continue reading