As someone who has sold over 2 million books in the last 30 years, it may surprise you to know that I too have experienced procrastination, perfectionism, and fears about writing or ever sharing my unique gifts with the world. People tell me I make finding inspiration look easy. Most lasted just a few hours, I was fired from the others and found myself to be mostly unemployable. Boppa said, “Do everything you can think of doing so you know what you don’t want to do for the rest of your life.” In this tiny house were the beginnings of SARK, even though I didn’t find out about that miracle until many years later. Much later in my life, I went on to create all my bestselling books and art, and teach & mentor around the world. I like to say that the art in it is not too different from the art I create now 😉 It was a thinly disguised abuse story about a mouse that comes to earth and is horrified by the kind of humans he finds, and returns to Mars. This creative refuge and my Boppa’s belief in me also resulted in my writing my first book at age 10: Mice From Mars.

I was mentored in my life and writing by my Grandfather “Boppa” who had a tiny house built for me to write in. Who believed in you at a younger age? For me, it was my Boppa I envisioned a world where people didn’t need to feel that they were alone or the only ones, that they could feel seen, known and loved and live their real dream lives. She told me to eat my peanut butter sandwich! I ran into the house and told my Mom that I was supposed to be a beacon of hope and write books for the world. No one else called or wrote while I was in there, and I had to get out to see you.” After a month, he returned home and said to me “I think you saved my life. I wrote something for him every day and sent it to the hospital. Then he went into the hospital, and my Mom told me he wouldn’t be coming back out. Boggs loved me and wanted to teach me to look closely and look far, and bought me a microscope and a telescope. Boggs was 80, and I went to see him every day to escape the abuse that was happening in the family, where my mentally ill older brother was molesting me. When I was 10 years old, my best friend Mr.

Succulent wild woman by sark