The Bluest Sky and the Bluest Lake

I am so happy.

It is a spectacular day on Lake Superior. The lake couldn’t be any bluer. There have been feathery clouds in a blue sunny sky all day but now they’ve faded making ready for sunset.

Right now, looking out the window, there are those fall shadows falling across the sand.

Swirl is looking healthy and able though he’s tripped a few times on this trip. He still trots with his tail in the air and is so beautiful.

We think we found coyote scat on the dirt driveway up to our beach house.

I wrote a Part Two to the Rennie’s Log Slide Dream story. It is very rough but nails it – the deep, unreasonable grief that Rennie experienced leaving Peter. I never thought I could or would write short stories but I am. I can imagine things that could happen but haven’t, write characters that are familiar but have their own minds, surprise myself with endings. Where are these words going, I ask, but then they go somewhere and it seems like the right place, at least in that moment.

The leader of the writing group I am part of sends out a request every month for writerly news. This is where writers who have books coming out or stories published somewhere, or prizes won can tell everyone. I rarely have news. But this month I wanted to tell everyone that a local journalist whose work I admired for years, who wrote human interest stories that stopped everyone in their day and made them remember the people in the stories forever said that Rennie’s Log Slide Dream was “a lovely story.” And then he told me why he thought so.

So, I wrote Part Two. I am so happy.