Goodreads asked Mary Davis:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Mary Davis Not really a mystery but an adventure of sorts. I was in high school, and it was a dark and stormy night. The rain pelted down in sheets, making it difficult to see. I was driving—alone—and got the wrong road. When I went to turn around, I slid off the road, down an embankment, and into a ravine. I was trapped in my car all night with the creek rising— Uh, wait a minute. That’s not how it happened.

It was night, but the rain had stopped. When I went to turn around, one of my front tires dipped slightly into a ditch. I rocked the car back and forth from reverse to drive, reverse to drive. Once free of the ditch, I headed home.

No grand mysteries in my life. One of my sons once accused me of having a boring life. I told him I liked it that way. If I want excitement, I’ll read about it or write about it.

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