
If you were to write a classic fly fishing story you’d start with an existential statement. Maybe something about water or wind or the challenge of catching a fish. You’d develop it a bit. Then, you’d launch into the metaphor.
Because this is real fly fishing writing, and everything is a metaphor for something else.
Once the metaphor was out of the way, the story would pick up with the main character: you. You’re doing something mundane. Driving, drinking coffee, watching the water. Whatever it is, you tie it ironically to the aforementioned metaphor. Whatever you’re doing, it is nothing like that existential truth wrapped up in said metaphor (but really, it is exactly that… but you have to save that big reveal for the closing paragraph).









