My publisher is generous with deadlines, which are never set in stone. Some writers need that pressure, but I am more productive when there's less panic.
Julia GlassTime plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year's pining, one long unfolding note.
Julia Glass