In the schools of small Midwestern towns, the only aristocracies are of beauty, intelligence, and athletic prowess.
Having your work honored nationally is a great morale booster.
I have lived most of my life in small towns, and I'm in the habit of knowing and talking to everyone.
I love 'E.R.' and I'm not ashamed to admit it. It makes me know I did not waste my life after all by not becoming a medical doctor.
I love Fayetteville. I like hills and vistas and hardworking people and fighting snow in winter and chiggers in the summer.
I love New York, but I wish they wouldn't put clothes on their dogs.
I never thought it was unusual to write, and I've been writing or pretending to write since before I even started school.
My ancestors are Highland Scots, and my father's home in north Alabama is so much like northwest Arkansas. I have the same allergies in both places.
My childhood is in my brother's house, and I like to visit there and be reminded.
The Mississippi coast is not like south Florida, but it always seems warm enough for sandals and short-sleeved shirts, except for now and then.
Ever since I was a child, I've kept boxes and drawers and pages of things that I liked. I suppose that it constitutes a journal of sorts, but it's not in a ledger or a notebook.
I can't conceive of nursing babies and taking care of children and writing, too. I know there are writers that do that, but I'm too single-minded. I can't stand to be interrupted, whether I'm writing a story or dressing a child.
My main home is in Fayetteville, Arkansas, a college town in the Ozark Mountains. I live on the highest hill in a quiet cul-de-sac, surrounded by friends.
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