The listing for this house had about a dozen photos. The third one was this:
This photograph so depressed me that I had to sign off. Back to work on my novel. The horrors of fiction seem far less severe in light of the cold realities.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Cold blooded
Sometimes when I'm stuck on a scene or just blanking when I work on my prose, I'll shut down the wordprocessor and look around pretty much at random on the internet. Today I was having just such a problem on the novel and the links found me perusing the site of a realtor in a small Georgia town where I used to live. I noticed that almost all of this realtor's listings were foreclosures. One of the houses was selling for a little over $100K. Out of curiosity, I wanted to see what $100K would buy you in a small mountain town in northern Georgia.
The listing for this house had about a dozen photos. The third one was this:
This photograph so depressed me that I had to sign off. Back to work on my novel. The horrors of fiction seem far less severe in light of the cold realities.
The listing for this house had about a dozen photos. The third one was this:
This photograph so depressed me that I had to sign off. Back to work on my novel. The horrors of fiction seem far less severe in light of the cold realities.
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