How it all began
I’ve been making up stories for my children for as long as I can remember. My daughter had her own stories when she was little, and years later, my son became an enthusiastic (and rather demanding) audience.
Every night, he wanted something new. So I invented adventures, imaginary worlds, and ridiculous situations. Eventually, I had dozens of stories saved on my computer.
Then came his fascination with space. And with it, Bzubzi.
I wrote a story about a friendly, terribly confident alien trying to make sense of life on Earth. But I wanted to give my son a real book, with pictures and everything.
There was just one problem: I could write, but drawing was another matter entirely.
Armed with a box of crayons and more enthusiasm than artistic talent, I illustrated the whole thing myself. The result was far from perfect, but my son loved it.
We read it every night for weeks. Then he wanted another adventure. And another.
Apparently, Bzubzi wasn’t going anywhere.