Every time one ‘picks up a pen’ to write a book, one has to learn about something. One researches. In order to give one’s setting some sort of veracity, one digs up the detail…
As I sat on warm sand after swimming through freezingly clear summer water yesterday,
myself and the other women I was with started talking about bones and age-ing. We then talked about shrinking and it turns out we’ve all lost height. Someone made an idle comment about being as small as a midget and I found myself saying that little people don’t like being called midgets…