I was six year old when Martina, my neighbor came to drop off a book she’d written and illustrated with a few friends. Martina was in her early twenties and she had babysat me a few times. I loved the idea of knowing an author who actually lived close by and who I knew personally.
In retrospect, meeting my first author was significant because it made me feel like becoming an author was something attainable. A seed was planted. I still have that book, it has survived three decades and several moves across the globe.
I hope to do the same as Martina, that is, to inspire others, especially children, to create in whatever medium calls to them.
I lived in Germany at the time, hence the title is in German. It translates to The Old Garbage Can.