It's where my veggie garden will bloom and flourish (I hope).
It's kind of like that blank page, canvas, wall, piece of fabric, or musical staff. It needs to be filled, worked on, trimmed, redone, watered, planned.
Loved.
Hated.
It needs attention, it demands time, it sucks energy.
Whatever your creative medium, give it what it craves and take away what's not good. Keep your efforts going even when editors, gardeners, Mother Nature, mentors, friends, or anything else intervenes.
Only you can see the potential in that bit of dirt. That empty page. That unused canvass. That bolt of cloth. That musical scale.
Char
