ger of an art supply store, and a creator of unassuming, sweet greeting cards. She is also her husband Teaman's ever-present muse. When Teaman experiences writer's block, Trudy brings home a potion from a local herbalist. The potion accidentally gets into Trudy's system, bringing her a new, possibly dangerous, probably illegal artistic expression. Trudy must keep her identity a secret; she might be a criminal. Praise, protests, arrests, and misconceptions ensue. Her too quiet, too timid existence is profoundly altered by. . . magic? fate? circumstance? an eccentric woman who dispenses potions? Whatever the cause, the result is an artistic soul set free. What could be better?