I want to tell you a story. When I was a senior in high school, I took a ceramics class with a couple of my friends. It was a third period class, early in the day, and afterward we would all have to go our separate ways again to our fourth period classes. Usually, one…

There’s a specific part about my line of work that I just don’t get sometimes. And it’s ironic, because there have already been a number of occasions where I have partaken in this confusing aspect of creativity myself—specifically when it comes to creative writing. But in spite of having my own small part to play,…