WHERE I’M WRITING FROM: Waiting for ‘the storm’ that would never come

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I’m writing from a place of fear. My debut novel, “Don’t Know Tough,” was released on March 22, and six months later, I still fear the storm that could come of it. Luckily, I’m not alone. The late, great Harry Crews once told a story about the late, great Flannery O’Connor going to church. Harry paints a picture of young Flannery walking back into the Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Milledgeville, Ga., after having published “Wise Blood,” a Southern gothic novel where a man finds a shrunken corpse and declares it the “new Jesus.” The punchline of Harry’s yarn comes when he imagines Flannery taking her seat in that Catholic church and undoubtedly suffering the judgment of the blue-haired ladies in the back row. “Did y’all read that poor girl’s book?” “Sure did, Geraldine. Lord have mercy … ” Close your eyes, and you can almost hear them whispering. […]

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