Feeling crummy today, except for one thing: this evening I wrote the first of what I hope will be many truth stories (read: semifictitious accounts of true life stories) on a new blog called Littlefield.
What do I mean by semifictitious? Well, some of you know my dad caught a 22-pound flathead catfish this summer, right? OK, so that's a true story, and I've set it in an earlier time to drive home what it was like to grow up where and when I did.
I'm still trying to get the tone right, and I'm hoping no real people take exception, but mostly, I hope you all laugh a little. And please share your feedback. Hope to see you there.
Labels: fishing, Littlefield, musings, summer, writing