Naming your chapters

Glasgow Girl giggled. "I'm sure I'll regret that soon."

Color me tartan

Glasgow Girl sighed softly to herself ‘well, I’m toast,’ she thought.

The streetlights were just turning to amber as Glasgow Girl picked up her pace.

There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who breathe music, and those who don't.

wish for love...and hear your echoes in the dark