“Check the description and tell me if it reads all right.”
Eleanor leaned over Gwen’s shoulder, squinting to make out the text on her computer screen. Next to a photo of Gwen smizing was a block of text – Gwen’s brief bio of herself.
“This will be the first thing people see on my website,” Gwen reminded Eleanor. “It has to strike the proper tone. Smart, but approachable. Professional, but…”
“But you don’t have a stick up your butt, I get it,” Eleanor said. Returning to the bio, she checked over all the information for typos, or unsightly details. Near the bottom, her eyes narrowed.
“Do people care about your favorite critics?” she asked, craning her neck back.