Gill

A night of literature, listening to randoms debate the merits of the nominees before the awarding of the prize.  A stereotypical fundraiser, but an enjoyable one, if only to keep the mind stirring.  The firm connection, and yet the dreams wholly outside and unrelated to the law.  As you continue to turn over the thought of island and restaurant life in your mind, what sometimes gets lost are the twin benefits (and main drivers?) of the plot - the time and opportunity to travel and write.  Not to be overlooked.

Had a vision/dream last night of the makings of a fictional work in the Canterbury style, set in Freeport.  The bird-watcher, the whale-watcher, the tavern-dweller, the veteran, the grocer, the yogi, the auctioneer, the scientist, etc.  The writing does not need to be non-fiction, and is it to bold to imagine eligibility for future prizes?

I know not.  But the ideas inspire, far more than concerns on the electricity and inquiry fronts.  Keep the eyes on the prize is such a common saying, but here it may apply in far more ways than one?

First items first.  After falling into the Pussers of Purcell's, you need to get back on the 7min track for the next 7 days.  Then London and its stage shows of nostalgia and history and regret and whale-themed pilgrimages, to push the mind ever in the direction of something brand new.  The clock ticking down.  102 days only now.  Into the home stretch.  How glorious it will be.