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Because I usually am in Vino ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** In 2009, I gave up my studies as a medievalist and musician, left my home, my family, my life and moved to Provence in southern France for a guy. In 2012, I moved away from him to study wine. Today, I'm a vagabond sommelier working in Paris at one of the oldest and most famous restaurants in the world, struggling to find some purpose to what I deem the rest of my life. I'm still married and after 8 10 years, I'm still trying to fit-in with French life and culture and to understand why the French are the way they are. Because they're weird in a different way that I think Americans are weird. Perhaps it's me who's weird. |
| I came up with an idea for a story while laying down and listening to music in the dark this afternoon. The next thing I know, I've signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo. I think I will post the story/novel/thing here, since then I'll have someplace to put it, but I'm not planning on anything epic. Quite frankly, I'm half-pantsing it, half-world building, half-don't know what I'm doing. There doesn't seem to be anyone else on this site who is doing Camp NaNo. Surprising given the buzz that usually flies around here during NaNo. But quite frankly I don't know what goes on here at WDC anymore aside from a bunch of fluffies and lots of crap about Jesus. Not really my thing. So maybe laying down this afternoon and drifting off was the best thing for me. I'm currently fleshing out some loose plot/story outline for my novel and sipping on a martini. The martini is quickly taking its toll. I love vodka martinis, but not on an empty stomach, and the olives don't count. I will say, that I am excited to have a writing project, finally. Even if I'm just doing it for myself. Even though I don't really know what I'm going to write and just have a vague idea of my story. Even if I give up halfway through. I have an idea. A project. I imagine in color again. But I'm going to stop here and find something to soak up the excess alcohol in my system. |