In my mind, I imagine a chest where I store all my creative ideas. The surface of the chest has been stained with years of growth and inspiration. Left unchecked, it has taken on a life of its own, so it’s hard to say how each creative bit has come about. Some ideas have been there a long time and may have started oozing creative juice. Others may have been more thought out than some notions. But then some ideas may have just been tied up and saved for another day or even forgotten. So whenever my imagination happens to accrue a creative tidbit, I store it away and let it brew until it’s ready to grow into something new.