Fishing season began today without us.  We never go for the first week or so.  There’s too many first timers around.  After a couple of weeks they soon get bored and find other things to do, which leaves the river banks clearer for those of us who enjoy going all the time.

     I look forward to sitting on the riverbank and daydreaming or bird watching while my hook awaits the nibble of a fish.  It gives my brain time to relax and that helps stir up the writing urge.  Since it’s been a long time that we’ve gone fishing, I’m hoping for some fresh ideas.

     I carry a notebook and pen along with me to write down things I see, hear, smell, and even the taste.  There’s nothing like the taste of a picnic lunch along the river.  Another bonus I’ve found is that there’s never a shortage of characters along a riverbank.