"Do not wait; the time will never be 'just right'. Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along."

Napoleon Hill got it right for the most part. Conveniently, this just happened to be the ideal time for me to rashly dive in and do something I'd contemplated for years - the timing was 'just right' but I only recognised this after the fact.

Months ago, my mother suggested that I was looking for something to be passionate about. I already had a multitude of passions but I wasn't taking any action with them as I was enclosed in a dense creative/emotional rut.

The idea of going into a fully equipped studio for the day came from someone else but when it was presented, I threw caution to the wind and ignored the little voice in my head, squawking about how much of a commitment I was making with my money, my time and to other people. It struck me as being a lot of hard work.

Work that I wanted to do. Cat's off-hand suggestion launched me into a frenzy of activity, planning what we wanted to get out of the day, who we wanted to shoot, what equipment we'd be using ("..ok wtf is an alien bee"), creating a running order, a list of required props and securing from friends a 100-year-old chair, a SFX make-up artist and commitments to hiking up to a studio on what was to be the hottest day in the state's history.

I feel as though my experiences led me to that moment at just the 'right' time; the meticulous planning and documentation required in my day job, the regular work shooting for the theatre company, the exchanges I shared with a famous fetish photographer when I was working in the United States, right back to the first photograph I took when I was fifteen that held me where I stood and made me think about photography on a level that had not occurred to me before. It depicted a ghost gum tree in my parents' backyard, shot in black and white so that the paleness of the tree stood out against the background, such that the tree looked like a wraith.

So after much procrastination, I learned more rapidly in-studio - thrown in with all of the equipment and a modicum of pressure - than ever before.

That I stayed vital and motivated for almost nine hours illustrates to me that this may be the thing I've been seeking to be passionate about. I barely ate all day, such was my adrenalin kick.

And it was incredibly fun.