Interview prompt
WHAT KIND OF TENSION ARE YOU CRAVING?
From your novel
The first time I saw him, he was standing in my doorway like the building had been built around him.
Not smiling. Not frowning. Just looking at me the way you'd look at a problem you hadn't decided whether to solve or dismantle.
"You're in my office," he said.
I held up the nameplate. The one with my name on it. "Funny," I said. "The sign disagrees."
He didn't move. His jaw clenched. Barely visible. The kind of tension that lives in the body when the mouth has been told to behave.