Swimming through my mind
I’ve been obsessed with gar for the last few weeks. Yep, gar — cylindrical, toothy, armored, prehistoric fish. Don’t know why, for sure, but I can trace it back to one morning at a muddy little creek where I saw arrow-shot gar carcasses piled up everywhere along with their living counterparts slipping through the currents of the creek. The gar have since then been swimming through my mind.
It was a weird experience, but the moment I knew the story was finished — trimmed, polished, buffed and ready — the obsession dried up. The night of completion I slept in a warm blanket of peace and satisfaction.