For much of last year, my husband spent most days (and many nights) hunched over his drawing table, producing hundreds of illustrations.
His clients were two publishing companies, each specializing in fun books for kids. It was a lot of work. Sometimes he didn't get much sleep. Other times, he had to miss out on social occasions or other fun things because he was under the crunch of a deadline. It's not for the faint of heart, this business of making the transition from unemployment to self-employment.
One of the books is full of simple science experiments for kids to try with basic items (baking soda, peroxide, food coloring, etc.). The others are joke books that kept us groaning at the authors' bad puns for months on end. Kids will love them.
Anthony will be modest and say he's not totally happy with some of his drawings, or grumble about how the pay for these jobs really isn't that great if you break it all down to an hourly wage. To all this I say: WHATEVER. He's getting paid to draw. He's living the dream.
My husband is one of those people who just has a natural talent. He puts pen to paper, and moves his hand around, and a picture comes out. What he can do is like a superpower to me.