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.