The Splinter ran through August and September at STC’s Wharf 1. A very happy experience for me, working with artists of such a high calibre both onstage and off-, and watching the play land with different audiences. I missed the final show, which was a shame, but the offer was too good to refuse: the Big Sky Readers and Writers Festival in Geraldton, WA. I was the playwright among a group of writers of prose, poetry, essays, and a wonderful illustrator. The big thrill was our night on the Abrolhos Islands, site of the seventeenth century Batavia wreck, where we communed with wild sea-lions.