Superior Wolf is underway again. The other day I hit on the point that had me stuck, a character I’d carried over from another novel. He didn’t belong in this one, but it took me 25,000 words or so to figure that out. Now a new plotline, more salient and tight, has emerged with a strong character, a protagonist who will drive the book.
It feels good to be back at fiction, a long caesura, and I hope the next one is brief. Fiction speaks from my soul, the rest tends to be, as we said in the sixties, a head trip. Over the years since then, I’ve learned to respect head trips. I earned a living with them for many years and they’ve kept me engaged with the world. They do not make my soul hum, though my Self speaks through them as well.
Kate made a trip to the Green Barn, a nursery she really likes on Highway 65 near Isanti. She picked up composted manure, sphagnum moss and several plants. We have some new ferns, cucumbers, morning glories (the ones I grew in the hydroponics died outside, though the tomatoes have done fine.) squash and several grasses.
Tomorrow morning I’m going in for a breakfast meeting at the Sierra Club, a meeting with the political director of the national Sierra Club. Politics makes my soul hum, too. Though I can’t say exactly why, water issues matter a lot to me, so I’m angling (ha, ha) to get on the committees that deal with Lake Superior, rivers, lakes and streams. Watersheds seem very important to me, so I hope to work on projects related to watersheds, too. One thing I know about politics is that showing up matters, so I’m gonna show up.