Went down to Gale's Hill with thumping headache last night. It was a high spring tide; Gale's Hill under water.
I sat in the dark with the water lapping near my feet, making notes. A bunch of kids were fishing off the fish quay, wearing headlamps. Lots of dogs were running around. A big ship tied up at the commercial quay. It all felt sort of menacing: rising water, boys with lights on their heads, a big ship, dogs, dark. A car came and drove down the boat ramp. Stopped a moment, then reversed back out again. What that was about?
Got a story idea. Rejected it. Must keep an open mind and see this process through.
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