I accidentally became a coloring book artist

If you had told teenage me that one day I'd create coloring books for a living, I would have laughed.

First, I thought I was going to be a lawyer. Coloring books weren't even on my radar.

When I started University, there was a big pivot and I was going to  to be a Speech sand Language Pathologist.

Then Covid happened. Like nearly half a million Canadians, I did not recover.

I was bedbound and bored. I had a tablet I largely used for mobile games but they only occupied me for short bursts.

I started doodling. Then I started sharing. Then people liked what I was making. Then I made a book. Then another. And another.

Around book 50, I stopped feeling like someone who made coloring books and started feeling like a coloring book artist.

Over 150 books now, and I still feel the same excitement when a page comes together. I still get excited when I discover a new pattern. I still have moments where I finish a page and immediately want to start another one.

The catalog is bigger now. The ideas are bigger now.

But the process is pretty much the same.

Open a blank page. Draw something interesting. See where it leads.