Hello creative spark! Where have you been hiding?

Without knowing, for hindsight often seems to be the only sight I have, I have been a little dead in the creative spark department for some time. I have felt the impulses of creativity within me but not known where to pursue them.

Last night the dam burst and I stayed awake long into the night fueled by this newborn creative desire, a new creative path to take. So perhaps I wasn't dead creatively but rather not yet aware of what was coming into being in me and through me.

Having said all that, I'm not quite ready to show you the baby just yet (we're going to run with that metaphor), taking on the teachings of Maimunah (the Melbourne Zoo orangutan) who kept her new baby Dewi away from the public glare for more than a month, instinctively knowing when best to move out into the world with her stunning creation.

Suffice to say, the mother/baby imagery has a lot to do with this new pursuit, and thankfully, the research into which I poured six years of my life is also at the heart of it. If the two could be knit together then I might feel a little better for all the sacrifices my small boy had to make in order that I find the strength of body and mind to finish the PhD.

It was a good impulse I had all those years ago when I determined to delve so deeply into magical realism. Now I desire to take it to the place I always knew it should go.