About me, part 1
So, how did I get started with all this? Way before I even knew that there was such a thing as being a medical illustrator, I wrote my first story at age 14-15, about an Inuit named Indigo and his sidekick penguin friend, Pinnafore. I was really into penguins back then, so Indigo was really Pinnafore’s sidekick.
Indigo and Pinnafore were explorers, though they never actually went anywhere because Indigo was a kid and Pinnafore was, well, a penguin.
Indigo started out as "Escobar Eskimo," which sent my sister, Janet, into a lather. She was always the smarter one of us two. She told me that a big-time Colombian drug dealer named Pablo ESCOBAR had just been arrested, so unless I wanted my adventuring duo to be synonymous with cocaine, I had better change his name! She also scolded me for using the ethnically incorrect term "eskimo."
That radically changed my book, considering that now everything that rhymed with "Escobar" or "Eskimo," had to now rhyme with "Indigo" or "Inuit." Already I was in over my head.
Indigo and Pinnafore were explorers, though they never actually went anywhere because Indigo was a kid and Pinnafore was, well, a penguin.
Indigo started out as "Escobar Eskimo," which sent my sister, Janet, into a lather. She was always the smarter one of us two. She told me that a big-time Colombian drug dealer named Pablo ESCOBAR had just been arrested, so unless I wanted my adventuring duo to be synonymous with cocaine, I had better change his name! She also scolded me for using the ethnically incorrect term "eskimo."
That radically changed my book, considering that now everything that rhymed with "Escobar" or "Eskimo," had to now rhyme with "Indigo" or "Inuit." Already I was in over my head.
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