I'm getting paintings together for an exhibition at the Spiral Press Cafe in Manchester, Vermont, and, I'll be honest, I was having trouble getting into the mood to paint landscapes. The glow of Iceland has receded -- a symptom of having read too many political posts in the intervening months, and the Vermont landscape isn't turning me on the same way it normally does at this time of year. Wrapped up in finishing and publishing my first illustrated book, I was much more hungry to get to work on the illustrations for the next one. That's when my favorite Élly -- Élly's the star of my next book, The Truth about Trolls, tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me that she needs at least one place to live in during the course of her story, and would I mind getting inspired so she can have some place magical to look at? So I looked at my car window and found some magic yesterday. Then I remembered some magic we'd seen in Iceland and in Michigan. Now it seems I'm seeing magic everywhere.Trolls are surprisingly logical.