I’ve tinkered with the idea the way a child might play with play dough.  Squeezing all the mushy goodness of the idea in my hands, only to realize I’ve created a messy ball of dough.  I’ve looked at this messy ball of dough and thought about throwing it away.  Tossing it in the garbage and not having to deal with it.  But the squish of the dough between my fingers.  That ooey, gooey, oh so satisfying squish has a way of bringing me back.  And, like a kid ready to begin molding a creation, I too am ready to begin molding mine.  And here we are.  Here I am, ready to sculpt.