From Illinois, we headed north, through Wisconsin, crossing the Mississippi to Minnesota. Everywhere we went were fields of corn. We knew that Minneapolis has a lot of writers (What do you call a bunch of writers? A gaggle, a murder, a flock, a herd, a cackle, a parliament, a bale, a realm, a worship? I like this last one the best.), and most of the ones we know of specialize in Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Myth.