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World Conference: Less-Than-Great ConferenceWorld Conference: The Less-Than-Great Conference
You had already been at work a week, but your stomach had been tied in knots all morning. This was your last day of training, but it was also the first day of the new session for the World Conference. It hadn't been an accident that you were training while most of the nations were on holiday; they wanted to get you on track before they bombarded you with the full strength of your duties.
You had learned all of the procedures quickly. Germany seemed impressed, even though you still had a bit of trouble remembering the locations of all the nation's offices. You argued that you would have the most to do with the nations that already surrounded your desk and wouldn't need to know where the others were located, but that just earned you a couple pokes in the forehead.
"Guten Morgen, [Name]," said Germany as you arrived at your desk.
"Germany, good morning," you said and took several deep breaths that you hoped would squelch the tremble in your
World Conference: Cooking with France"Ma fleur, where is that pretty face of yours? It is time to make dinner, so enough with the sleepy-sleep," France said while knocking at your door.
You rolled out of bed wearily. That nap hadn't been near long enough. "Just a minute, please," you said, opening the door. "I want to put some eye drops in." After you finished, you both headed to the fourth floor.
"What are we going to make, France?"
"What would you like to eat? This is supposed to be for you, after all," he said. He casually put an arm over your shoulder, and you left it there.
"How about something French? I want to be a little adventurous. I'll try anything." France started to smirk, but you realized your mistake before he could challenge you with something creepy. "Well, not anything. I don't feel daring enough to try any weird meats or something. Let's stick with beef, pork, or chicken."
"Hmmm," he scratched his stubbly chin as he thought. "Maybe some Steak au Poivre? It shouldn't be too complicated."
"I don't know wh
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Question: Is this important? If describing something doesn't add to the story, don't do it. Especially if the item is familiar to most people.
A lot of times description is very handy. A character who wears a pea coat has a different personality than someone who wears a parka. Again, we are being shown something about the character rather than told. But sometimes, no one really cares. Whether a door is locked or not doesn't matter unless it's supposed to be locked and isn't or vice versa.
Readers are more tolerant of excessive description if it helps with the pacing. However, a character reading a book already seems like a slow-moving section of the story, so I don't really want to hear about the color of the park bench or exactly how the character is sitting. Or what they're wearing. Clothing has to be important for a reader to care. Exceptions are when a character is dressing up for something really fancy.
World Conference: Introductory ChapterYou took a deep breath as you pushed open the doors to the World Conference building. You had never been more nervous to start a new job. You walked into the lobby, looking around sheepishly at the busy people rushing through. You had no idea where to report to or even who to ask; the receptionist was on the phone. You took the opportunity to take in the surroundings. The décor was delicate, and you contemplated taking a seat in one of the plush armchairs. You had barely sat down when someone called your name. You stood up again right away.
"[Name]? Are you ready for the new job?" A tall man walked towards you, his blonde cowlick bobbing comically. It was America, the one who had gotten you this position.
"Ah, yes. I'm so glad you're here. Do you know where I'm supposed to go?"
He shook your hand as a greeting. "Of course, man! I'm here to escort you. Come on, I'll take you to your office," he said as he put a hand on your shoulder, steering you towards an elevator.
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