Sign In

Contributor’s Notes

John McNally

Only subscribers may read this in its entirety. What follows is a free preview, truncated midway through.

John McNally was born in 1965. After attending a famous writers' workshop in the Midwest, he worked as a short-order cook, bouncer, grave digger, lumberjack, carnival barker, florist, disc jockey, and busboy. Most recently, he was employed as a groundskeeper. He has no permanent place of residence. He owns a 1976 Ford LTD, inside of which he could, if necessary, store all his worldly possessions. This is his first published story.

I'm more than happy to write a word or two about my story. Given the pantheon of great writers before me who have added their own contributors' notes, I have to admit that I feel out of my league. I'm a newcomer, a nobody, and whatever I have to say about the origin of my story will pale when placed alongside another writer's comments. That said, I will do my best.

What I don't want to do is pull a Rick Bass. Don't get me wrong. I love the guy's work—he's one of my all-time favorite writers—but do we really need to be taken from the precise second the germ of a story pops into a guy's head all the way up to the day he rides his horse to the First Bank of Montana to cash his Paris Review check? No. I think not.