Your name is a Caleb Mannan, a Heinz 57 American writer living in
Washington State. You wrote your first hot mess of a novel years ago on a dare
from your beautiful bluegrass southpaw singer songwriter wife. Your three children think you are silly. Your
spirit guide is your Oregon Okie grandpa who was your hero when you
were a boy and died over 15 years ago. You fancy he takes the form of a
crow at times. You love
roughhousing poetry Tanqueray fire pine trees stars crows Miller High
Life deer America music and family.
You love to write and have had your poems featured
in
anthologies. You are currently trying to determine if you should self
publish your latest novel which has received rave rejection letters from
literary agents across
the States. Some of your heroes are Ray Bradbury, Tom Waits, old men, children, Robert Service, your
wife, and John the Baptist. You are on a journey to make peace with the earth through
writing. You want to move back to the country and own some land. The other day you spent half an hour in the
backyard with your daughter watching a white balloon rise up into the blue sky
until it disappeared. You see a crow. You just had a great idea you have to
write down. You gotta go.
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