Just a quick check-in this week.
A while back, a young woman contacted me, asking if she could translate one of my stories (Just a Matter of Time) into Italian as her final dissertation translation project. I said yes. I mean, of course I did. I was thrilled.
That was back in August. This morning I heard from her. She sent a followup email with the story, in Italian, attached. She completed her project, it was a success, and she graduated from her program.
I’m so happy for her, and I’m still all kinds of thrilled that she picked one of my stories to translate.
Now if I could only read Italian.
Writing Wrongs 
Sounds like the perfect incentive to learn… it’s got to be easier than Russian, right? And what a lovely exchange — thanks for sharing.