Work and creativity

In theory I should be able to be creative at work and describe wonderful new ways of sorting files or tracking payments, but the truth is: this is NOT creative. It's a job. It pays for my house and my independence. I have gone past being creative at (this) work. My creativity, such as it is, goes into-

1. Walking through the park and thinking about the shapes of trees and the light through leaves, the yellow flowers by the small lake and the three white ducks on the branch, sitting at regular intervals. Perhaps I could paint the park at night, with glowing white ducks at the centre of it.

2. Listening to a concert at St James at lunchtime - 3 strings, a tenor clarinet and a 'hang', shaped a bit like a dustbin lid or barbecue (can be palyed both ways up) and sounding a bit like a Chinese zheng. And thinking about my singing lessons.

3. A line of poetry : ' the last time I saw you, we admired your chinese anemones' a poem about Carol, healing, the seasons.