Doodles

I am staring into the abyss: the blank page. I can’t bear the look of it so I draw a line of stitches around the border, a tulip at the bottom, the characters’ names and the name of the town, upside-down and sideways, concentric squares of words with a window at the center and a tiny hand pressed to the imaginary glass. All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl. Sparrow’s head, arrowhead. Row of spices down the margin: clove, anise, coriander, annatto, sorrel, chicory, cardamom, turmeric, s...