Adam Gnade

The book I’m writing now has changed courses. One character has bowed out (gracefully) and another has taken his place. This new character is based on someone you know but that’s a secret (and will always be.) I can feel this thing rattling around all day like a box of bones. When I sit down to work (here) the skeleton stands up out of its box and walks off into the house. For the next few hours I follow it (with a flashlight) but when I get close it steps back into the shadows. This book is about death and life (two storylines, two polarities) but life is shining up from it, a white-hot searchlight, a homing beacon, and I’m good with that.