snow in Vancouver
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Vancouver, 2002.01.26
We've had quite a dump of snow; the last thing I was expecting from Winter in this city. I ran out and took some photos, naturally.
twenty-eight years and a million words
We've had quite a dump of snow; the last thing I was expecting from Winter in this city. I ran out and took some photos, naturally.
Remove everything that has no relevance to the story. If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there.
—Anton Chekhov