Thank you friend! My deepest wish is to fill the world with feral raccoons and grungy Sean Bean.

Thank you! I don't sell originals because I typically draw and paint on both sides of my pages in my sketchbooks, but I do have an INPRNT shop with prints:

If there's something specific you're interested in, I'm happy to list it for you! The only work I don't sell is my Queen's Thief fan art, because we share a publisher and copyright gets weird.

Anyway, while I wait for my wretched shoulder socket to remember its job, here's a sketch of our boy I did last week.

Apologies for going radio silent after the onslaught of raccoon comics. Shortly after posting the third installment, I dislocated my shoulder for the nth time, which I can only assume was the ghost of Tolkien taking his revenge. I have some updates to pressing questions people have been having re: the raccoon and its various relationships with relevant characters, but they'll just have to happen in their own time. Meanwhile YOU'LL HAVE TO TRY HARDER, TOLKIEN

Sure, go for it! Thanks for asking!

What's funny is that even though I've been drawing brown-haired and -skinned Legolas since like 2005, the raccoon comic is definitely the dumbest I've ever drawn him. Normally I make him real heroic:

Here he is heroically patrolling a Mirkwood escarpment (2017)

And watching the destruction of Mt. Doom while favoring a heroically bowstring-burnt forearm (2019) and staring heroically into the distance in Rohan (2016)

Thank you! Means a lot. And thank you for journeying along through this trash compactor with me.

Guys I... I drew a part two. To the raccoon.

I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

Final snapshots from A Field Guide to Mermaids. Swamp merms, bog merms, cave merms, shipwreck merms! Happy Mermay!

Some more snippets from A Field Guide to Mermaids for Mermay. My daughter posed for the one on the bottom right. I asked her to lie down and pretend she was being licked by cows.

Celebrating Mermay with some snippets from A Field Guide to Mermaids, my most recent picture book from Macmillan Kids! You can buy it for the mermaid lovers and nature nerds in your lives from wherever you prefer to buy your books!

Pretty soon we'll be getting some new chicks to accompany our other two hens, and I really want to name one Rosie Cotton.

Little spoon Veran is a blanket-stealer.

This was a fun scene to write in Floodpath because it allowed me the backpacker's equivalent of the only-one-bed trope.

I've decided Sharpe's Havoc is one of my favorite installments of the Sharpe series, because a) Dan Hagman lives b) rifle domesticity and c) high volume of instances where Sharpe does something incredibly stupid and/or selfless and Harper calls him out for it.