Prior to last week, I never exercised the discipline to write daily. I never believed that getting something on paper was better than nothing. I never believed there was a point in writing unless I felt my words were worthy to share. In a week, everything has changed.
I am writing several hours a day and very close to meeting my Paris goal of five hours a day. I am writing everywhere; at cafes, on park benches, the metro, my bed and even occasionally at my desk. I am starting to become less worried about finding the perfect word or the perfect sentence. I just want to write and it's becoming addictive.
Obviously I am inspired by Paris and I am lucky to have time to contemplate and observe. For the first time in my writing life, I am seeing things with the view to describe them and the switch, however subtle, feels significant. I have forced my brain to slow down and take the moments as they come.
|First sunset in Paris last night from the back of Champ du Mars.|
La vie est belle.
How to make yourself look like a Parisian...
Carry your paper-wrapped flowers from Cler Fleurs upside down, i.e. not like you just won the Miss American Pageant. Carry them like an upside down triangle with the tops almost brushing the ground.
Something I have never seen in Paris before...
A gentleman walked past me this morning with his Jack Russell Terrier. Attached to its leash was an orange plastic bag full of merde. C'est fantastique!