clues at the scene

clues at the scene

Monday, May 26, 2014

Fish Camp News

At left, Mr. Hemingway with style, form, and trout. Walloon Lake, Michigan.

I spent a week on the Au Sable in mid-Michigan and now I'm home. I've tackled the jungle that is the yard, cut the path tot he berry patch in the meadow, and attended to much neglected tasks.

I've also been to see Godzilla and, let me assure you, there is no accounting for taste.

I finished a draft that has been dragging, started another that has been looming, cleared my head, and regained a focus.

It is good to be home. The fishing was difficult. It only turned "spring" up north on last Wednesday and Thursday. They had snow flurries a week ago last Friday. Fun to drive into that news.

I caught trout. I caught brookies and browns and rainbows. All is right with the universe. I ate enough Spikeburgers to summon a cardiologist from the golf course. I saw friends up as my guests.

I hope writing has been going well for you. There is nothing like a little time away to clear the head after a long winter. There's nothing like a little longer trip away to make on miss the desk, their things of comfort, and the regular work habits that keep us sane. Well, sane-ish.

I'll sleep tonight and dream one last dream of trout; but, then I'm off to the land of untold stories.

I'll meet you there and we'll write our way out. Surviving the rough draft is the first step.

Mind the water.

It can be inky deep.

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