A Blank Canvas
I learned to see a new work in progress like a blank canvas. The blank page is not a sign of failure or backtracking. Where will this new adventure take me? To a haunted cathedral of Charleston, across the sea to England during the Age of Enlightenment, or deep into the rooms of the Constantinople harem during Ottoman Empire? Stay tuned to find out what my blank canvas becomes.
“My Aha! Moment”
Aha!
I saw the plot immediately. A woman – a prisoner in Auschwitz who had lost everything– picked the ring out of the mud…….