The Lazy Girl's Guide to Fact-Checking

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So I'd intended for my next post to be a little mini-essay about workshopping and having writerly friends who help you do writerly things, but I've been having a good poetry-writing day that I didn't want to interrupt, save to share with you this little gem:

Because my fairytale poem features a blacksmith, I ran to Google and attempted to do a little fact-checking.

This is what I found:



I think I might have to bypass Google and go to the college library's collection of online databases if I hope to accomplish anything other than winning a video game today, or winning at D&D, or whatever the f**k these people are doing that so wonderfully and ridiculously clutters up the interwebs.

Love, Sarah

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