This is what Glyn drinks when he’s at home. I really need to be able to describe it accurately, right? Seems to me that, like any author that respects her audience, I have no choice but to throw myself selflessly on that grenade and drink a bottle or three.
For accuracy’s sake.
After all, they do say to write what you know. That totally makes it research, right?
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Bite Me Later,
Random Weirdness Tagged:
rambling,
whisky,
wishful thinking
Published on November 24, 2013 09:52