The Manuscript of a black Caucasian
By: Dorothy E. Miller
Tips on nonfiction, put feeling in your book, be sure your readers feel you, and rounding.
Elizabeth smiled, at the woman who looked scandinavian, her light faded hair, was pulled into a tiny skimpy knot, and her face was clean and shiny, she looked spare, bony, and strong.
Strange, too, were the deep-piled rug, and the clutter of furniture and pictures on a mahogany bureau, a nest of little tables, and armchair covered with white chinz to match the curtains at the window, pictures on the painted walls. A door open to a sparkling bathroom which was Elizabeth.