Sometime around my last post, things got busy. I was getting more writing work than ever, and it was great. But, it meant that the time and energy I had to spend on writing for the blog dipped, which wasn’t so great.
Time passed.
I wrote…
…and wrote…
…and wrote…
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining, not even a little. I write for a living. Being busy is what I wanted. And, I got to write for some pretty amazing organizations (National Geographic, for example).
As I got busier, I realized I needed an outlet. Something that wasn’t work. Something that allowed me to get outside, explore the world, and stay connected to the things that were most important to me (outside of family, of course).
So I created room for fishing.
However, instead of long drives, early mornings, and late nights, I mostly stayed local. Outside of an overnight trip to a lake or another trip with my brother (there have been many since that first one), I usually didn’t travel more than an hour away from home.
The big reason for this was I usually didn’t have a lot of time, so I wanted to make sure I could be fishing in as little time as possible. I fished the local creek a lot. Some of the nearby lakes, as well. I got to know various stretches of the creek quite well.
Eventually, I got a better handle on work. I was still writing full-time, but it wasn’t taking up all my time anymore. I watched the number of words I’d worked on climb up, first over 100,000, then 500,000. During that time, I slowly started sneaking off to write fishing stories in my notebook. It was interesting to get back to it. I was figuring out the best tales from the last few years. Which ones held meaning, which were fluffy (but fun), which were fluffy (but not fun).
It was good to start making room for the habit, again. To create something that wasn’t work. Something that allowed me to get outside, explore the world, and stay connected to the things that were most important to me (outside of family, of course).
As the word count got closer to 1 million words, than it was to zero, I knew it was time to think about this blog again. I’ve had many, many (oh so very many) great days on the water since I last wrote a post. Lots of great adventures with friends, family, and alone.
I probably won’t be posting quite as much as I used to, but I intend to post a heck of a lot more frequently than I have been (when I’m not busy fishing, of course).
