There is a kind of slow churning going on in the back of my mind as I recover from the frantic summer. I’m very busy indeed with DIY and gardening, but both of these activities leave a kind of inner space which other things can be going on.
Very often comment about artistic “creativity” seems to take for granted the idea that this is a conscious process allied to planning something. In fact, in my experience, some of the most important of my creative moments have been lying in wait for me, unsuspected, and have sprung out of hiding somehow already partly formed. As Ella Fitzgerald said in one of her songs. “I’m biding my time.”