Visiting the University of Vermont today with four high school senior girls and one sixth grader, our tour guide informed us he grew up in Brooklyn and had hardly been outside before he enrolled at UVM. My gaggle of girls and I looked at each other in disbelief. The poor soul.
We may not have represented the highest SAT scores in the room, but at least the girls know the importance of matching footwear with the weather.
Here’s a few lines from the novel I’m reading, suitable for craft of fiction advice:
Detail established truth. The color of the dog. Without detail, truth was a metaphorically unstable idea: too general, too big….
– Melanie Finn, The Gloaming