The past few drafts of Blank Canvas were complete overhauls then empty busts; the inspiration began hot but quickly cooled to a dead freeze.
But here I am, flirting with the original story, but this time it feels fresh: it’s been a few months since I read this rendition of Blank Canvas. The separation spouted a space between the characters and me.
(I spent the past 10 minutes rewriting the last sentence– I’ll leave it at that)
Let’s see where this goes.
With love and sincerity,
Jose Michael Rubio