Here's an illustration for a children's story I wrote about 8 years ago. At the time, I didn't realise just how hard it is to get yourself onto a publisher's list and blithely collaborated with an artistic friend from high school who put hours and hours into the pictures, for no result.
The story, originally in prose, was rejected by several different publishers. I've rewritten it in verse this year and I'm going to try again.
It's about two children whose shadows go out one night for a party. They get lost and can't find their way home so the children have to look for them. They catch some sunlight in a jar and let it out in the darkest part of the garden, and of course, the little shadows are there, sad and sorry. Everyone is happy to be reunited, and the shadows stay in bed from now on.