When I was writing A Thousand Never Evers, I had to figure out how a vegetable garden could grow in the middle of town without any of the townspeople seeing it. I was racking my brain, losing sleep, night after night, week after week.
Finally, I put in an S.O.S. call to Mississippi farmer Allen Eubanks. “Hmmm,” he said and thought a millisecond. “Why not plant a wall of corn?”
“Would it still be taller than me even if I stood on my tippy toes?” I asked.
Allen, my hero, assured me that corn stalks could grow twelve feet tall or more. Still, nothing could describe the joy I felt when I saw those stalks with my own eyes, felt those husks with my own hands–row after row of thick beautiful corn.