Jennifer Hritz

I spent almost a dozen years writing my first novel, and during that
time my narrator held me in his thrall. I thought about Joel when
I was driving, running, when I should have been working. He just
wouldn’t let me go, and when his boyfriend, Adam, started waking
me up at night I realized I’d have to write down his story, too. Two
novels, I thought, and then I’d move on.

But halfway through the writing of Adam’s story I knew there was
more. I already had a glimpse of what happened next, and this time
James—in addition to Joel and Adam—wanted a say. So I’ve started
novel number three.

Along the way I’ve heard other voices, too, and written their short
stories: James’s, Cathleen’s, Elizabeth’s. You might say that I’ve
created a community, though really, I think it’s been here all along.
I’ve just been lucky enough to stumble upon it, and fortunate enough
to write down what I hear.

There’s a whole world here, one defined by relationships, one haunted
by memory. I invite you to visit, to linger ... though like me, you might
not want to leave.

Jennifer Hritz