Having a 4 day weekend is just about the most glorious thing in the universe. I slept past 10:30 three of the days, and generally lounged around in sweatpants until the mid-afternoon, at which point Boyfriend would scrunch up his nose at me and suggest, ever so politely, that maybe I’d like to join the world of the living and tend to my stink. I ate well, probably too well (or too poorly, depending on how you feel about gummy bears for breakfast), and spent a lot of time hanging out with friends and family. Thanksgiving was the highlight, and the day capped off with some cuddling on the couch with my nieces, watching Madagascar 3 in 3D. How was everyone’s holiday & weekend?
I also made some serious progress on le book. I schlepped my computer desk into the guest room so I could write undisturbed, though Fitz didn’t really seem to take the hint and preferred to sleep curled up on a ball on the chair right next to me just in case I decided I wanted to play with him. The desk won’t stay in there forever, as it doesn’t really fit, but for now it’s nice to soak up all the Parisian inspiration. I’m up to a whopping 16 pages now (I’ll be expecting a New York Times book review ANY DAY NOW), and yesterday I got so absorbed in the storyline that I actually lost track of time. It was a pretty magical feeling. Though I’ve said it before, writing is honestly 20% research, 10% writing, and 70% sitting there staring at the screen. The percentages can fluctuate, but I’m slowly learning to accept how frustrating the whole process is and just surrender to it.
Also, my list of place to visit in Paris in March for “book research” is growing.
Sylvie (Mirette’s boss and the gallery owner) and her husband Andres live in the yellow building with the arched doorway and the Brocantes shop on the ground floor, on Rue Saint-Gilles at the head of Rue de Béarn. They have the top floor, with the terrace, where Andres spends his time painting. It’s a half an hour walk to Sylvie’s gallery on Rue de Seine in Saint-Germain, and she crosses the Ile de la Cité on her commute. I shouldn’t complain about book research because it means I get to spend hours virtually walking around Paris in Google Earth finding where all my characters live. Does that make me insane? Probably. Expect a full post after my trip in March of all the important locations in the book.