Chaos first; creation coming up. The only way to create anything is to organize it out of a mess. I’m sure this is not a new theory. I had reference books, papers, dictionaries, library tomes, pets, scraps of paper, shreds of notes crinkled up and strewn all over the bed, with my husband’s photos and layouts balancing precariously from the nearby drawing board. We really got inside our work, together. Sometimes yelling at each other to make our point. Criticism occasionally showing it’s face with a curt: “that stinks!” But for the most part, agreeing and encouraging; on each other’s side, each other’s best critic and even better supporter. Filling in when creative gaps appear, shoring up, honing and enhancing our respective crafts: graphic design, photography and copywriting. It was sweet. Then to see the finished product, hold it in your hands, view it, read it. Deliver it to the client and feel the kind of praise that comes from doing somethin...