· The Relic of Vecinaria · I heard that George, fifteen years old, was writing a novel. Being a writer—an author—I was quickly curious. Karen, his grandmother, told me that he had three chapters done. “Would you like to read it?” she asked me. “No, but I’d like to meet George and learn about his writing. If he ever finishes his book, there’s a good chance that those first three chapters will be very different. That’s pretty common as books evolve.” “Okay. I’ll ask him if he wants to meet … [Read more...] about George
