Location, Location, Location
(Image courtesy of kpgolfpro on Pixabay.) Yesterday, I spoke excitedly with a work friend about a short story I’m working on. It’s a story which I’ve had to rewrite completely, because the first draft was entirely abysmal — even beyond the point of rescue. The current draft of the story takes place in Florence. I was explaining this to my work…
No Big Deal
Just have to embody the essence of Florence in a few sentences. No pressure or anything. Edited to Add: I did it. Now I’m going to eat all the cookies as a reward.