tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post4691360411530016067..comments2024-01-04T19:29:46.884-06:00Comments on The Not-Writing Spectacle: Rebaiting the HookUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-23061616387365389342014-02-11T15:06:23.631-06:002014-02-11T15:06:23.631-06:00I love the thought of you picking out a fish for y...I love the thought of you picking out a fish for your dad to catch. What a sport! I wish I'd been so close to my dad. Hmm. Maybe not. ;-)<br /><br />Reading your post heading made me think of rebaiting my novel with a new first chapter. Or at least, a rewritten first chapter. Mine just doesn't have the oomph it needs.<br /><br />I'm not up to even *thinking* about querying at the moment.Deb Salisbury, Magic Seeker and Mantua-Makerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01513482264195697450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-88275192416658287062014-02-11T12:41:18.534-06:002014-02-11T12:41:18.534-06:00Awesome story of you and your Dad fishing, Silver....Awesome story of you and your Dad fishing, Silver. Gads, wouldn't it be great if we could find the spot where the fishery fish of publishing wait with hungry mouths for any tasty morsel? Instead it's like a thousand people with fishing poles for every fish.B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-27678870492540631392014-02-11T08:55:07.598-06:002014-02-11T08:55:07.598-06:00Here's hoping the redworm does the job. This r...Here's hoping the redworm does the job. This reminds me of a fishing story involving my dad. We were camping at Turquoise Lake, outside of Leadville, CO, way back when. We'd ridden our trail bikes into town--me to grab more books at the drugstore (where I discovered the Mack Bolen series but that's a whole blog post by itself, LOL)--and dad to grab something (though I think it was actually to get away from my mother). Anyway, the guy from Colorado Fisheries was in there and Dad overheard him say he'd just dumped a load of rainbow trout at the stream feeding the lake. <br /><br />For those who don't know, fishery fish are disoriented when dumped. We rode back to camp, loaded up our gear, and got to the site just as it started to rain. We stood under the bridge and realized catching the fish would be like that ol' proverbial "shooting fish in a barrel" scenario. Dad was always a sportsman so we came up with the idea that I'd pick out a specific trout and Dad would have to catch *that* fish. Due to the bridge overhead, casting the fly involved even more dexterity. Over several hours, we caught enough for dinner, had a great time making it sport, and cemented our father/daughter relationship. Good times!<br /><br />Which has no point where your situation is concerned. Well...except maybe this: If you keep fishing, something will eventually take the bait. You have good bait. We just need to find where Fish & Game are. *nods*Silver Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15606837105470988646noreply@blogger.com