Being creative is not without its perils.
Many people in similar situations as mine blog about the process of being creative and how to find inspiration. Sometimes when working a full-time job it’s difficult to find time to write, or at least devote the amount of time you would like. You could argue, that being a teacher makes me lucky as I get regular holidays allowing me time to write. Those of you reading this that are teachers will appreciate it when I say that holidays don’t always mean free time for us, it’s a time for marking, planning, tidying etc.
I usually go away somewhere at this time of year, but not this holiday. I’m allowing myself two days at work to get stuff done and that is it. The rest of my time ? I’ll be writing. My aim? To finish the three (almost finished) projects I’ve started so that I can start approaching agents.
So, how do I intend to get my creativity on? By buying a desk of course. That was the first order of the holiday. Ikea has just opened here, and whilst some of you may roll your eyes and say, ‘so what?’ To us living in the desert it’s rather exciting. I’ve been twice so far and what’s funny is that before it opened, I was shrugging my shoulders saying to the Ikea enthusiasts ‘so what?’ It seems I’ve been converted. Converted purely because I got myself a nice desk at an even nicer price.
I started this post, by referring to perils. You may be asking yourself what perils? I am of course referring to the perils of building a desk.
In my bubble of Ikea naïvety, I thought that constructing anything from there would be easy. All you need is an Allen key right? Wrong. I had to go out and buy myself tools- tools! I am now the proud owner of a nine piece tool kit, which may or may not come in handy again.
The construction, if you know what you’re doing, would probably take very little time. However, I’m a novice and not ashamed to admit it either. Obviously, I hit a hurdle at the very beginning. The joining of the first three pieces were the most difficult challenge. So, I did what any self-respecting young woman would do….took a photo and sent it to my dad for advice ( I’m living in a different country from my parents, but they are always a text message away!). Whilst waiting for a reply, I thought of all the times I could have hung around and watched my dad build stuff, but I didn’t. There’s a lesson in there somewhere….
I would not let this mere hurdle get in my way…
With a little help and encouragement it wasn’t long until I was on my way- using a hammer to tap in the plugs, using the Philips head to tighten the screws…Yes, one desk and I’m already talking like a pro. Maybe I’ll go back for a new bookcase, I do have the tools now.
So, it’s the extra step we take to compose our creative space along with the journey that we are on that, at times, makes it perilous; and of course, what makes this blog post extra special is that it’s the first one to come from the desk. Yes, that’s right. I’m currently sitting at my new desk, that I built myself, writing. Just what I wanted.
The desk, where the inspiration happens
If you look closely you’ll see a few things…..my collection of notebooks, a pencil shaving scarf, flowers to create feeling of being outside, and the almighty laptop.
This will be a good holiday, I can sense it.
Now, I’m off to create a book dummy to see how many more animal encounters I can have on my 32 pages!