|Hooker's sea lion in the dunes, Sandfly Bay.|
|Further up the road than I've been before...|
|Sandfly Bay, Otago Peninsula|
The writing, on the other hand, could be viewed in another way. I've decided to put my completed first draft to one side - the second visit seemed too soon, too mechanical, too joyless - and am spending my writing time revisiting an idea that's been brewing, in one shape or another - my file history tells me - for nearly five years. I'm putting no guns to heads, having no expectations: because the genesis of this story has been so long I'm reluctant to call it over. The process is different too - I have no plan, I'm letting the language lead the way. So far, I've always had something to write...so far.