Normally, I don’t say much about what I’m working on or how it’s going. I prefer to drop my literary bombs on the world in a state that’s as edited and wart-free as possible. But then I realized that’s a terrible idea. I stew and boil and rage at my dining room table because I can’t make a scene come …
The Red Road: First Look at My Next Book
Chapter One Wednesday, March 26 Four metal speakers blared into the courtyard. Emma watched the perforated cones pulse in rapid succession, strained by the exuberance of a mariachi band. She tried to remember how to describe the tempo of a piece of music. Beats per measure? Time signature? She couldn’t remember anything from the two years she’d taken flute. If …