When you walk in the room, the first thing you notice is the fireplace: old; iron surround; copper hood; two women in Greek-style togas admiring it from the tiles that adorn either side. It draws your attention because, though the grate is empty...
Kompleks Karamunsing. A shopping mall with four levels of chaos to get lost in.
A ground floor of phones, shoes and gadgets, sometimes cars on the weekend. Take the glass elevator to the labyrinthine first floor for more shoes, but also carpets...
Imagine, if you will, the house of a chronic hoarder, and you will have a close approximation of my writing room.
A day bed, whose only occupants for the last few years have been my daughter's discarded dolls and a, for some inexplicable reason...
Okay, so I have a problem with describing places when writing fiction. My settings are sometimes so vague that readers have no sense of where the characters are. Yesterday I noticed an interesting exercise in the workbook of my more advanced ESL...
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