I often fantasise about having a big beautiful house, built on a massive and lush piece of land where I can grow wild flowers and vegetables and, on weekends, drink tea from an antique teapot and write until my head comes off. It's not impossible, but at the moment, it's still a fantasy. My ultimate "yay" moment would be if I bought this piece of land and gorgeous house with money I'd earned from story ideas and writing. That would be amazing.

I've been complaining to people about my surroundings and environment not being conducive to creativity; that some of the people in this city need to make more of an effort in the creativity department. The truth is, I am being silly. Creativity is in my head, and it doesn't matter if everyone in the city was raving on creativity, it would change nothing for me unless I started working on being creative myself. I'mt saying I'm not creative, because I am. And I am constantly working on projects. It's just that I need to stop trying to push everyone else to be creative until I am completely creatively fulfilled in my own. And I'm not yet.

Being creative, for me, means writing. As you probably know, I love writing! I have written several children's stories and concepts and continue to work on those. I love them so much! Writing children's stories and thinking up characters, settings and plots is the most fulfilling thing. It makes me feel alive and it gives me hope. And the most magical thing about this is that it's all in my head. I don't need to step outside to feel this wonderful thing. I've always said, if I was locked up in room, all I'd need to stay happy is a pen and paper. Okay, I'd probably have to have some water, food and a bathroom too, but you know what I mean.

I am lucky to have a job that fosters my writing. I write a variety of things, from coporate copy to magazine writing, releases and so on. And I'm grateful for that. I think, the more one writes, the better one gets. Even this blog is helping me improve my writing.

But one thing I do feel a little guilty about is not writing enough 'adult' stuff, and when I say that, I do not mean porn. I mean non-children books. I have several ideas which I have jotted down the initial points for, but I haven't made enough time to work on them. Aman, my husband, says that I am very busy; working a full time job and then doing my own writing in the evening, and that it must be hard to decide what to work on with so many ideas floating around. And he's right. But that's no excuse. I want to write all the time! I think it's time for me to start spending more time on my big people stories as well.

So, that's what I am going to try and do.

I'd love to learn how to cook delicious things (I am watching Julie and Julia as I write this - how inspiring!) and I'd love to learn how to paint, to sew, to knit, to draw.... But the truth is, for now, my creative skill is writing, and I really need to work on it until I'm living in a gorgeous house on a beautiful piece of land with my gorgeous husband, writing my head off with a delicious cup of tea poured from an antique teapot.

See you in the garden. :)