Like many creatives¹, I spent a lot of my younger years lost in a swirl of daydreams, fantasies, and surges of creative expression. I could set pen to paper whenever the mood struck. Skills practise never felt like work; it was only the refinement of a project in progress. There were no deadlines, no expectations other than my own — a piece was done when I called it done. And if one piece sat unfinished while I explored other ideas, so be it. Time was not a commodity.
Of course, the utopia of youth never lasts, and all too quickly there are bills to pay, responsibilities that never give you a day off, and for some of us, loud, clumsy little people who are in constant need of our undivided attention.
Finding the Time to Create
When children come into your life, two things become a coveted luxury: sleep and alone time…
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