For the past 12 and a half years I’ve lived in Arkansas with my family, and during that time I’ve never failed to be amazed by the people who live here and their stories. My fiction and creative nonfiction have been inspired by these people, whether the stories were culled from the newspaper, heard over the radio, related by friends and acquaintances, directly observed, or even just imagined. What compels a man to walk into WalMart and try to destroy every Dora the Explorer bedside lamp on the shelf? What meanness precipitated the following message, scrawled on a piece of plywood and planted on the side of a country road: “2 U theiving MF’s I Hope 2 Steal Your Diein Breath!” What sort of a story would lead to a middle-aged man standing in a grove of trees on a frosty New Year’s Eve at midnight, at the exact time thousands of red-winged blackbirds died and fell to the earth like heavy drops of rain? What to do about a brooding backyard chicken named Harper, who insists on attacking me whenever I go into the pen?
These are the stories you can expect to read on this blog. Welcome, and tell me what you think.