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Building Picture Books Through Rhythm, Trust, and Creative Continuity

 

On pacing, metaphor, collaboration, and why I chose to create my own imprint

When I begin a creative project, I’m rarely thinking first about message or takeaway. I’m thinking about movement: where energy rises, where it rests, where it surprises, and where it needs space to breathe. That instinct comes from years of working across disciplines, including graphic design, writing, music, scripts, and creative direction. No matter the medium, I’ve always been drawn to how something unfolds over time, sometimes before I can fully articulate why.

In music, that attention to pacing is obvious. In scripts, it’s felt. In design, it’s often invisible, but just as present. When I began working seriously in children’s picture books, I realized I was bringing all of that with me. I wasn’t just writing stories. I was shaping experiences, often without naming it that way at first.

I was thinking about how a book moves from spread to spread. About when a page should feel full and when it should feel quiet. About how humor lands differently depending on where it sits. About how repetition builds comfort, and how variation creates momentum. In many ways, I was thinking about picture books the same way I think about orchestration, even if the medium looked very different.

Why I Started My Own Imprint

As these projects took shape, it became clear that what I wanted wasn’t simply to publish books. I wanted to stay close to the entire creative arc. I wanted continuity across every page, and the freedom to shape not just the words, but the rhythm, pacing, visual flow, and emotional temperature of a book as a whole. That desire came into focus gradually, through the work itself.

There are many brilliant publishers and illustrators working today, and many beautiful books being made. But the experience I was chasing, rooted in the books I loved as a child, required a level of cohesion that meant holding the vision from beginning to end. Not to control it, but to care for it, and to notice when something felt slightly off.

Starting my own imprint allowed me to do that. It gave me the space to act not only as writer and creative director, but also as the person responsible for how each page was built. I could move pixels, adjust scale, shape negative space, and design spreads exactly the way the story needed them to land. Language, image, color, spacing, and motion weren’t separate decisions. They were composed together, deliberately, page by page.

Collaboration Inside a Shared World

Paint Your World With Color was created with one primary illustrator, and from the beginning we treated the book as a shared visual world rather than a series of isolated images. My role wasn’t to hand off a manuscript and step away, but to stay inside the visual conversation as the book took shape, even when that meant lingering longer than expected.

In some places, that meant stepping directly into the visual work. I built spreads myself, composed pages from existing artwork, and created small illustrations that lived inside the visual language the illustrator had already established. The goal was never to overwrite their work, but to extend it — to let the world expand where the story needed a different kind of beat, pause, or turn.

I approached those moments the same way I would in music or script work, listening for where something new was needed and making sure anything I added felt native to the world already on the page. The result wasn’t a split between “my art” and “their art,” but a continuous visual language that could support the story as it moved and shifted. That continuity came from staying close to the pages themselves, not just the ideas behind them.

Trust, Metaphor, and Creative Friction

Some of my requests for Paint Your World With Color were unfamiliar at first. Many illustrators are used to being given a manuscript, a few visual keys, and then left to interpret freely. This project asked for something different, and that wasn’t always immediately clear.

Much of the book operates through metaphor and symbol rather than literal action. That meant the imagery needed to carry ideas that weren’t always concrete. As a result, the direction could be very specific. This wasn’t because the illustrator lacked imagination, but because the requests were rooted in an overall rhythm and arc that wouldn’t fully reveal itself until the book was complete. In hindsight, that arc only became obvious once everything was finally on the table.

What made the collaboration work was trust on both sides. I trusted the illustrator to push creatively and take risks inside that framework, and they trusted that there was a larger vision holding everything together. Through cooperation, experimentation, and a lot of back-and-forth, the book became something stronger than either of us could have created alone.

Trusting the Reader

That same trust extends to the reader, especially the child.

I believe children are far more capable of understanding metaphor, pattern, and emotional movement than we often give them credit for. The books I want to make aren’t about spelling things out or telling children who to be. They’re about inviting them into an experience and letting meaning take shape as they move through it, sometimes in ways I didn’t anticipate.

The lessons are there, but they aren’t the thing the child is asked to focus on. Instead, attention stays on what’s happening: the rhythm, the motion, the surprises on the page. Meaning settles in naturally, often later and often differently for each reader. That’s part of what makes rereading so important to me. Each return opens something new, or at least slightly different.

Holding the Whole

Ferosh Life Press grew out of a desire to hold that entire experience with care — from the first sketch to the final page turn. Not to make books that explain themselves, but to make books that feel alive in the hands. Books that move. Books that trust their readers. Books that leave room for curiosity, interpretation, and wonder.

That’s the work I’ve been quietly preparing for, and what I’m finally beginning to share, piece by piece.

The Writing of Imaginary Audiences

Where the magic happens

Most days, I have my head down, coffee beside me, cold by the time I notice it.
The pages are usually spread out, notes everywhere. Books, sticky tabs on my laptop, a digital notepad, and a leather-bound book for ideas I’m convinced are important, at least until I’m not.

This musical has been a long time coming.

The first song, Imaginary Audiences / This Is Your Time, came together four years ago. Everything else has been steeping since. Simon’s world didn’t arrive all at once. It surfaced in pieces, images, scraps of dialogue, unfinished melodies. All of it bubbling up in the background of daily life.

That first song came on the heels of a collaboration that changed something for me. When I shared the work, Andrew Rollins told us it made him feel as though he’d been transported back into the Lincoln Theatre, where he’d once been part of Ain’t Nothing but the Blues. I didn’t fully understand how something that had come so naturally out of me could land that way on someone from that world, especially since I had no experience writing for musical theatre. But it planted something that quietly changed the direction of my work.

During that feedback session, he suggested it might be an avenue to pursue, and that night, I couldn’t stop writing. The song that came out of it was the beginning of the musical for me.

That moment also connected me with Jeff Franzel. His encouragement mattered more than he probably knows. He helped me trust my instincts and believe in the project when it was still fragile. Andrew taught me something just as lasting, to eat the elephant one bite at a time. Stay with the work. Don’t get overwhelmed by its size. Keep moving forward, patiently.

Since 2021, the work has grown in the cracks, between raising my kids, losing my father, managing health, learning to live as a professional patient, and building a business one piece at a time. For a long stretch, the musical lived alongside everything else. It surfaced when it could. It waited when life took over.

Sometimes it waited quietly. Other times, it demanded my attention. I didn’t always have the space to follow it, but it never left. The story kept working on me, even when I wasn’t working on it.

This fall, something shifted. Time, experience, and quiet persistence finally made space for the work to step forward. The business could run. Life could hold. What I’d carried alongside everything else could finally have my full attention. What started in fragments is now a full-time effort. Not rushed. Not sudden. Just ready.

My phone is overflowing with notes. Screenshots, half-finished thoughts, things I typed late at night, popcorn ideas I was afraid would escape me. Sketchbooks are packed with musical motifs and half-finished songs. There are pages of character profiles, things I’ve learned about them slowly, over time. There was a point when it all looked scattered, but now it’s begun to settle into something I recognize.

It’s my own kind of order. Not neat. Just lived-in.

Now it feels less like falling into something new and more like moving around inside a world I already know. I still get surprised by it. But I’m not lost anymore. I know where things connect. I know which ideas belong together and which ones can wait.

Right now, I’m elbows deep in writing, finishing a musical theatre lyric-writing course through PlayPenn that feeds directly into this show. The songs aren’t exercises. They’re for this musical, finding their way in one by one.

At the same time, I’m pulling the script together. This part feels steady. I already have the skills I need. I’m using them. Most days, the writing leads. I try to follow.

It’s becoming clear that the script and lyrics already know more than I do. They decide where the music belongs, what it needs to carry, how much underscore is needed, what kind of harmony feels honest, and how the orchestration should behave. I’m not trying to answer those questions ahead of time. I let them surface when they’re ready.

Everything that comes later, harmony, reduced score, orchestration, underscore, will be built in response to what’s already on the page. That’s on purpose. I want the music to serve the story that actually exists, not the version I imagine when I’m too far ahead of myself.

Writing first. Listening carefully. Then building outward.
That order feels right to me.

I’ve already had virtual table reads through Primary Stages, and they were invaluable. There’s nothing like hearing the work out loud to know where it breathes and where it resists. That process is on pause while I keep writing and pulling the script together. Right now, it feels more important to let the piece finish becoming itself on the page.

In terms of guidance, I’m being deliberate. Not about getting more feedback, but about getting it at the right moments.

Over the years, I’ve sought out learning wherever it was offered. I studied playwriting with Paul Peditto and attended masterclasses by writers and composers whose work has shaped me, from Benj Pasek and Justin Paul to Margaret Atwood, David Mamet, Aaron Sorkin, and Tim Rice. I’ve also read widely, from The Science of Storytelling, to Aristotle, to books that break down how musicals actually work.

I’ve pressed pause on the children’s books I’ve written. They’re ready to wait. When the time comes, I’ll bring them forward together, alongside the push to move the musical toward the stage. For now, I’m focused on creation, not release, giving this work the attention it needs before anything else is shared.

Once the rough draft is ready, I’ll return to Primary Stages for a focused development phase, shaping the piece with weekly feedback. Not to reinvent it, but to clarify and strengthen what’s already there.

When the script is finished, I aim to submit it through the Dramatists Guild for critique. By then, the goal won’t be discovery. It will be pressure-testing the whole.

That collective wisdom is in the room with me now, shaping how I approach the page. It shows up quietly in the choices I make, in what I leave alone, and in the patience I let the work have. It’s part of why I trust the process as it unfolds, even when I don’t know what comes next.

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About Imaginary Audiences 

Genre: A hybrid cinematic musical, epic in scope but grounded in human emotion, tragedy, and timeless storytelling.
About the Show
Imaginary Audiences is set between the late 1940s and the 1960s, at the intersection of Broadway and film. It’s a sweeping story carried by a timeless orchestral sound. The music borrows from the grandeur of Les Misérables and the cinematic sweep of The Greatest Showman, but also leans into the honest lyricism of Olivia Rodrigo. The score blends old and new: strings, hollow winds, brass, percussion, and hybrid synths create something that feels both expansive and intimate.
The score moves with the story, guiding the audience through moments of tenderness, turmoil, and triumph. Underneath the songs, there’s an orchestrated soundscape: the rattle of train tracks, the howl of a train, the low hum of the world itself. These sounds are woven into the music so that story and sound move together.
It’s classic and current at the same time, with the heart of Broadway and the spirit of cinema. The sound is lush and emotional, bridging different eras. With sweeping ballads and pop honesty, Imaginary Audiences honors Broadway’s golden age while reaching for the raw, unguarded heart of today’s listener.