The Art Of Telling

I moved to Las Vegas, Nevada last summer. I haven't been in the state a year and yet, the journey toward my new home became the first chapter to my new novel. A prequel to Hear Me Scream . Here's a chapter one snippet: The faded mountains in the distance, and the clouds looming above the green-yellow grass fooled no one. Baya Baez drove down the desolate highway aware of the hot sun’s mistreatment of the desert. It scolded and battered nature without recess. His old caravan was the only ground vehicle cruising down Utah’s vast landscape, the AC buzzing as often as the tires hissed from constant contact with burning pavement. The novel takes place way before all the ugliness of Hear Me Scream. Before the world became the post-apocalyptic nightmare of the next novel. It's a tad longer and some of the characters from HMS make special appearances. However, this one does take place decades before the last novel and most of the characters are not born yet. I've bee