So here I am on Christmas Island, visiting my family – my Dad is the Administrator here. Sadly, we arrived the day after the terrible boat tragedy.  Everyone is still recovering – the survivors and the Islanders included. Though for those who survived, I don’t know how they will ever completely recover from something so traumatic. Despite walking into this event, I have to say it’s a beautiful place – unspoiled, raw, and charming. I am working on a screenplay while I am here. It’s due at the end of January. So here I am writing in the tropics, my deadline looming, looming I say. While it sounds all very romantic to be writing in such a beautiful environment it leaves me feeling so terribly conflicted because frankly, I want to go snorkeling! It would seem there is no rest for the wicked.  T xx