2nd September – all hell breaks loose.

The day I realised our story pitch to the class were to happen on Tuesday. Sleep is no longer an option, as my mind feels compelled to think the same pitch points over and over. But what to pitch? Kereru? Bats? Rod Morris?
Over the next few days I do all three. Most of my effort goes into organising all my Kereru points and story angle. A couple of back-up sentences attempt to cover the other two topics.