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It's snowing when we get there. We have been driving for over two hours, and are getting hungry. We drive down a scary slope full of snow and ice, and park beside the village hall where the party is going to be. As I open the door of the car, I see him,...

An all English one today... "Don't tell me you're leaving" He didn't answer. Her comment was rhethorical. Of course he was leaving. She knew it, and had known it for quite a while. She just couldn't accept it. But that was her problem, he decided. He...

In a poetic mood today :) I'll write She said Every day Yes I can do it Every day What do you think You doubt? She wrote Not every day But almost Not bad anyway Enough Not to feel Guilty Yet The big work Still escaped I'll write a book She said This year...

I am waiting Inspiration Eludes me Yet again I am waiting Love Has escaped Once again I am waiting Money Hasn't come Doesn't come Anymore I am waiting I have waited Not acted No thinking Just waiting I forgot Life Happens While I wait I will wait Til...

Today's theme is discipline. Just came to me when I was wondering if I was actually going to discipline myself and write, or not. The parallel between the scene I wrote in English and the French piece tickled my mind, and there I had to write it!! Whooosh...

Stranger I saw her across the room. She hadn't seen me yet. She was talking with her brother and his friend. She looked so charming from the distance that I nearly blushed. I looked down, composed myself again, then moved strategically to the other side...

OK back to writing practice. Destiny. I hate that word. I don't believe we have a "destiny" like most soothsayers try to let us believe. Something set in stone, written in advance, and that we can't change, as if we were mere puppets in the hands of some...

I don't want to write today. It pisses me off. I am tired, getting grumpier by the minute and just want to have a shower and go to bed. But I committed to writing every day. As much as possible. It feels like my whole body is conspiring to force me to...

Festival snapshots First morning. It's raining. Thursday, the first visitors run around trying to stay as dry as possible before entering the balloons where they'll be able to meet their favorite authors and artists. There is so much to see and do, it's...

Today was the first day of the comic festival in Angoulême. People walking and strolling under the penetrating drizzle, going from one bubble to the next, smiling, chatting, watching. There is something in the atmosphere of the city that changes with...