The Oddities Of Modern Fiction
So there's this one line at the beginning of Angel's Story where Dante has to say his address to a 911 operator. I realized his apartment's in the wrong part of town for his price range (the actual address I had put in is worth $2,000,000! WUT!)
Today was also the last day of school, and my mom hadn't finished making the CDs with the kids' pictures and summer work on them, so I volunteered to do them (and she payed me $1 per CD).
So I spent my morning burning CDs on her old school laptop, sitting on the floor on a pillow with papers spread around me (Angel's Story hard copy) with my laptop in my lap blasting music and apartment hunting in Boston for a 2-3 bedroom townhouse within reasonable walking distance of the Common. Within the price range for two underemployed twenty-somethings.
Not an easy task.
But I found a place that's close enough to be believable to the nit-pickers out there (thirty minute walk to the Common. That's not bad.) If I was really being picky I'd look for a place that was for sale at the time they were looking.
I'm not.
Today was also the last day of school, and my mom hadn't finished making the CDs with the kids' pictures and summer work on them, so I volunteered to do them (and she payed me $1 per CD).
So I spent my morning burning CDs on her old school laptop, sitting on the floor on a pillow with papers spread around me (Angel's Story hard copy) with my laptop in my lap blasting music and apartment hunting in Boston for a 2-3 bedroom townhouse within reasonable walking distance of the Common. Within the price range for two underemployed twenty-somethings.
Not an easy task.
But I found a place that's close enough to be believable to the nit-pickers out there (thirty minute walk to the Common. That's not bad.) If I was really being picky I'd look for a place that was for sale at the time they were looking.
I'm not.