The second day

1. Today I can look back and say that one of my creative things yesterday was starting this blog.

2. Could I argue that another thing was emptying the hoover bag after (???) months? Would this would fit Twyla Tharp's definition of creativity? It was certainly very satisfying to get this done, but no, not really creative, but it did involve a shift of focus, from 'there is a strange smell coming from the hoover and a lack of enthusiasm to shift the dog hair' to 'there is a solution and I am going to do this now!' Plus I now have a lovely deep red Afghan carpet again.

OK, still not 'creative' - because all I had to do with fix on a new bag, rather than design one from newspaper. I didn't find a new solution, or do anything I hadn't done before, but I am still feeling very pleased with myself. Of course I know the truly creative person would never ever empty their own hoover bag, or even own a hoover. I've got a long way to go.

3. Putting a plant on my desk. It's been shivering on the window sill over the air conditioning vent for months now. This morning I noticed it and empathised. I hope it will now produce blue flowers for me.