A few years ago, my husband had a moment where he needed to get out of the city. We lived in New Orleans at the time. While it is a lovely place with drooping live oaks and fragrant magnolias, it is no replacement for being in the wild. Instead of booking a vacation or taking us on a hike, he began to look at real estate in Mississippi. In particular, a part of Mississippi where there are swamps and bayous and tiny creeks full of critters with teeth.
I’m pretty sure I snarled when he asked me to come look at the houses for sale. I didn’t want to have another house. I didn’t want to own what people call a fish camp in Louisiana and Mississippi. The ones that I’d known about were very rustic, meaning no electricity unless you brought a generator and a primitive toilet.
My husband didn’t want one of those. He was on a quest for a comfortable, small home next to a waterway so that we could wake in the morning for a canoe or kayak trip. We eventually found a place that suited us for a great price.
However, I took that sinking feeling, that sickness, I experienced when he said the words “Fish Camp” and transformed it into the basis for a story. The What If is a great way to get your creative juices going, and it did for me. Check it out if you haven’t already.