Pssst - heard the one about a young female blue shark?
Back in 1996 I had a week alone in a hilltop house in Santa Fe, power pouring in from the mesas in the surrounding landscape. My plan was to write a simple fable, akin to 'Jonathan Livingstone Seagull' but about a shark. It got more absorbed and complex than that.
What a week. It involved living and seeing like a shark. I decided, though it was in English of course, that nothing could come outside of a shark's field of reference. It's a powerful piece, an astonishing process to have gone through.
I come back to it now and again, polishing away.
How crazy writing is at times. Ideas just come and grab hold of you like a ... like a shark, I guess. They make no comercial sense whatever. Yet they live.