Let me tell you about the night I had a complete creative meltdown. I have a complicated history with craft supplies. I have a corner of my bedroom where craft supplies live. A roll of macrame cord I bought two years ago. Watercolour paper still in the packaging. A glass jar I set aside for a terrarium I never started. All of it sitting there, not accusingly, but present in the way that unfinished intentions tend to be. For the longest time I told myself I was a person who wanted to make things but did not have time. The real issue was that I had built up the act…