A native of the Deep South, Flint Arrington grew up in a small city in Mississippi, the youngest of three children. His architect dad always placed a great emphasis on the children’s education and their future careers, encouraging all three to make a decision early about what career path they would take for their lives. He would sometimes be cold toward his children when they didn’t live up to his expectations.
Lightning on the Levee began with a dream, a literal dream, where the dreamer awakes from sleep with a vision and a memory of scenes and events.
I wrote down the dream, as I frequently do. Instantly, I knew that this one had to become a book, rather than to lie forgotten in a growing stack of filled-up yellow pads. And so it became the opening scene for Lightning on the Levee.