I started writing about a Florida fish farm that’s raising salmon for American groceries.
Salmon don’t live in Florida’s lakes and rivers. The water’s too warm. Besides, they only spend part of their lives in fresh water.
That’s why the fish farm is on land.
So far, so good. I knew what I was going to write about, where to find information I’d need, and then I started writing.
If I’d made an outline, planned ahead and generally taken advice from ‘write your way to fame and fortune’ how-2s, then — I’d probably still be writing an outline.
Instead, I now have nearly a thousand words written about wild raspberries, chickens and GMOs. With Sumerians, Pharaoh Narmer and atomic Nazi zombies on the side.
I’m definitely not going to get my Florida fish farm piece finished by Saturday. Sunday, maybe. Then again, maybe not.
On the ‘up’ side, I’ve been having fun writing it. So I figure there’s a chance you’ll enjoy reading about Florida salmon and all the rest.
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I look forward to reading about the Florida fish farm on land. I have always wondered about fish farms.
And now it’s posted. Sorry about the delay, replying. I seem to have taken the week off. (And there is **much** more to say about fish farms.)