Gig Harbor, Washington. It's nine o'clock in the morning in a café on a shopping strip next to the highway, between a tire shop and a Starbucks. A man with a grey beard and a flannel shirt opens his laptop at the same table as usual. For the past six years, this little suggestive circuit at first sight for the epic fantasy has been the workspace of writer Matt Dinniman, who himself has written one of the best-selling gender sagas of the decade.T…
Gig Harbor, Washington. It's nine o'clock in the morning in a café on a shopping strip next to the highway, between a tire shop and a Starbucks. A man with a grey beard and a flannel shirt opens his laptop at the same table as usual. For the past six years, this little suggestive circuit at first sight for the epic fantasy has been the workspace of writer Matt Dinniman, who himself has written one of the best-selling gender sagas of the decade.T…