One day, an editor sent me a manuscript for a counting book about chickens.
"Carolyn," she said, "We'll pay you to make some chicken character sketches. And if you can evoke our vision of these chickens - completely adorable without being the tiniest bit cutesy - we'll give you the contract for the book."
I sent my sketches to the editor. "Hmmmmm," she said. "Not cute enough. Think of your face when you hug a puppy."
I hugged puppies.
I flapped my wings.
I grew yellow fuzzy feathers.
But I didn't get the job.
I wonder if they ever found the right illustrator for the text?