Do dragons know they have fire? Maybe not until they breathe flame.

It was like that for me; I didn’t know I had this creative spark, until it erupted in a searing rainbow of words somewhere in my mid-20s.

Rainbow Picture

I was one of those people who “didn’t have a creative bone in my body”.  At school I tried every kind of creative thing, from art to drama to writing to painting rocks to, well, anything I could do with pens, glue or occasionally, a soldering iron. I got good marks for creative writing, but I pretty much sucked at everything else.

At university I did a B.A.Language degree; if I couldn’t be creative, at least I could bask in the glow of people who were, and brag that I’d done it in English, German and Hebrew. Turns out I was quick at learning languages, but slow at learning what I was really capable of. It took an abandoned honours, a post grad in copywriting, and at least 2 years working in advertising to realise the blaze that ignited the world around me, was mine.

It took me 20 more years and a Linguistics Honours, to realise that there’s almost no part of my life that isn’t touched and transformed by my creative fire. As a student, as a mom, as a director running a company and managing staff,  as a writer, as a regular woman just doing what it takes to get through the day, every day is a creative day.

We all have this creative spark inside. Not by virtue of being somehow magically hardwired for it, but by virtue of being human. We can all breathe fire! We’re here to remind you how.