Writing in a Room Like This

Stayed in all day.  Spent much more time on Mary, my character, than previously on this trip.  I'm trying to approach her from another direction.  I came up with a long list of questions I would like to ask her and then imagined our conversation.  She was a good sport about it, once she knew I genuinely cared, I think.  So I wrote for maybe four hours pretty straight.  I can always jot down the random interesting thought, question, or observation, but it isn't always that I can enter into the world I'm creating.  There is ettiquette involved.  And pain sometimes in the time and place travel.  And a lack of clamor, some space, and the knowledge you aren't going to be interrupted.  In a room like this, after a couple of days of working through flu and the desire to go out all day and experience Paris, I settled down and in to my writing place.   I love it here.


My Writing Room in Paris