Holy Ground

At left, a fly fisherman (right center)  in a picture of the River Test in England. Photo is from the Geograph project and Peter Facey.

If you read Watership Down, you might remember the River Test.

Much like the River test, we have the River Raisin in my part of the world.

I say Holy Land tonight because I'm going back to what is comfortable for me - even sacred. I'm returning to the rural stories of murder, betrayal, deceit, and desperation.

I'm picking up earlier work and working through it all. There are stories there I abandoned and I feel now like I can end them properly. I feel confident of my finish.

You can go home again and not recapture those things you remember as iconic. They've passed.

When you write about home, all those things are still in the foreground, vibrant and endemic.

So, while I'd love to be fishing dry fly upstream from the banks to rising trout, I'll be toiling with pen in a place that isn't around anymore.

Oh, but you will be dear reader. I'll take you there.

Off to the ink.