​In her book, Big Magic (So awesome.  Buy it, like yesterday), Elizabeth Gilbert describes how she believes our ideas for the things we want to create are actually sentient beings; that they float as translucent, ghost-like specters through our workaday world, looking for a receptive host to birth them into reality.  If you are the right person, the person with the particular passions and skills necessary for its birth, it chooses you.  It asks you to use your skills, courage and love to bring it forth into our time-space continuum - to make it “real” book or painting or concerto or pulled pork sandwich food stand, it yearns to be.  

Who made that peerless piece of aesthetically confounding confection you see to your left, you ask? It is in fact I, your intrepid dreamer-doer, Cherie.
It’s bad. I know.