Make Them Birds
But then one little boy made a mistake. His nose wrinkled and his lip trembled. He looked up apologetically.
"I messed up." He pointed to a blotch of purple paint. Natalie nodded.
"That's no problem." Natalie picked up a clean brush. "We just learn to work with our mistakes." As we watched, she took the brush and flicked it through the paint. With her shaping, the blotch became a sphere, the sphere became the center of a ring, and soon we were all standing over her, watching a blotchy, purple Saturn whirl into the center of the child's painting.
"Now you try," Nat said, and dumped a blob of red paint on another piece of paper. She picked up a clean brush and handed it to the boy. "See what you can make out of it."
If you're sitting there right now in front of a messy glop of words, you may feel a lot like that boy did. But remember, that big blotch isn't your final version. You have errors? Sure. We all do. So let's make them birds, let's make them planets, let's make them whatever we can.