I always know exactly where my stories take place, which gives me something certain so I can use my imagination for the other stuff. I worry though, who wants to keep reading stories about Kalamazoo?
“A man may not always be what he appears to be, but what he appears to be is always a significant part of what he is.”
“But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!”