The night was growing wilder, but you couldn’t tell from looking. Riley stared at the candle-lit tent flap, at the same black triangle spattered with stars outside. It was sounds that told him: near at hand, people ran and panted and giggled; farther down the hill, engines revved nearly all the time now; men’s laughter slopped around down there, and when they yelled it was mostly swear-words, with not much sense between.'A Good Heart', the final story for Red Spikes, is done and sent off to Allen & Unwin.
So all that's left to attend to is that elephant in the middle of the room, The Novel. *smiles brightly and thinks of three more excellent short story ideas*