I submitted another story today, this one is about Mishipeshu, the Chippewa guardian spirit of Lake Superior. Who usually manifests as a a Great Lynx or an underwater Panther. I went with the idea that the explosion of the Independence in 1853 was the work of Mishipeshu, and went from there. The story flowed as it usually does for me, from a single idea and starting point, into a series of events that became a story, and I didn’t know if I had the full story down until I came to the end. And when I found that end and looked back, I knew I had a story I was happy to have written. Now it is off into the ether and I am happy. I hope the people who get it like it.