You’ve poured all your time into building a business, sacrificing your nights and weekends to growing a vision all your own. You took out loans and became an entrepreneur. You watched sales rise and plateau and, finally, you took that leap of faith: you hired outside content help.
They say you can’t write about a place until you leave. I spent ten years in Brooklyn insisting I had no trace of Western Mass in my accent. Yet I couldn’t help but pepper my sentences with “wicked cool” and soften vowels on words like “melk” and “pellow.”
The short stories I wrote were set in the woods.