I have one. You have one. She has one. He has one. The child on the red tricycle in the city park over on Oak Street has one. The grey-haired lady in the bingo hall at St. Anne’s has one. The body builder lifting iron over at Gold’s Gym has one, too.

I’m talking about your cSpot. The very spot within each of us where we store our creative juices. It’s there, simmering and steaming, waiting to be served up like chicken soup to the infirmed.

This is a guide to finding your cSpot. Come along and as we explore creative bliss.