Yesterday, publication was completed. That’s that. If you are not a Kindle user, Conventions: The Garden At Paris is now available in paperback, too:
Yesterday, we watched the first two episodes of Big Little Lies starring Reese Witherspoon and Nicole Kidman:
Within moments as the first episode opened, this program felt gratingly familiar. If you are new here, you might have missed where I explained (wow, almost 2 years ago now) how The Affair that was not exactly my favorite program – and why. I got through about 3 or 4 episodes of it before I gave up.
And The Affair has apparently been a success on Showtime in the U.S.
We’ve been watching the political-melodrama U.S. TV series Madam Secretary. But you don’t need to know the details of the program to get this post. I thought I’d use it as a basis for some “fun” today – it’s Friday – mostly due to the episode we just saw and because, as you probably know, my wife is English (and we have been married for, uh, quite a few years).
In that episode from its 3rd season, the U.S. Secretary of State’s twenty-something
spoiled, mouthy, annoying pain in the neck for the previous two seasons and now continuing to be so apparently daughter has returned to Washington recently after a summer in Oxford with her English fiancé.
In the kitchen, unexpectedly she gets all emotional and reveals to Mom (the Secretary of State, I repeat) that she was
like wow really unhappy with her English husband-to-be when they were in England. Suddenly, she announces she doesn’t want to live there. She says she hated the place.
Well, that’s all for the latest France visit. I no longer know how many times I’ve been in the country. I’ve lost count.
If you have never been there and ever have a chance for a trip, don’t hesitate. I would suggest, yes, see Paris, but also make sure you get away from there and find a part of the country that is NOT Paris. And, above all, if you are American, don’t worry: trust me: the French do NOT hate Americans!
Maybe it's just me. But I'm detecting a pattern in the chalet artwork. (See also a photo from a couple of days ago.) I've not seen any skiers dressed like that!😂🎿⛷🖌🇫🇷🏔. . #goodmorning #bonjour #travel #art #humor #painting #LaClusaz #France #mountains #chalet #skiing #women #ladies #femmes #drawing #photo #photographylife #vacances #holiday #writers #authors #fun
By coincidence, returning to Geneva airport on Saturday we ended up with the same woman driver who had taken us to the airport last year. And she remembered us. We had a great chat once again over the hour and a half between La Clusaz and the airport.
If you have seen Instagram, we have been in the Alps since Saturday…
It's cloudy here in #LaClusaz as it's due to snow. And – trust me – you don't want to see a selfie right now: I'm attempting a beard.😜😂Much better (and less likely to frighten you than a selfie): a view of the Alps from above, Saturday afternoon, approaching Geneva Airport.🛬🏔📸😊 . #goodmorning #bonjour #travel #holiday #vacances #mountains #Alps #Alpes #airplane #view #scenic #Switzerland #France #flight #photo #photographylife #photo #writersofinstagram #beautiful #snow #authors #humor
We are about an hour and a half from Geneva Airport:
It is taking me much longer than I had hoped to work through the final bits of (what I lightheartedly like to call) my, uh, personal “Gone With The Wind”:
As a consequence I know I haven’t really had the time to write posts here as usual in recent weeks. But no writer should ever cut him/herself off entirely. I always find some time (mornings especially) to read blogs and check social media – especially Instagram.
I like Instagram because it’s fun. And it’s a necessary distraction at times. I can’t get over the stuff some people post.
I read none of my Conventions manuscript yesterday beyond glimpsing its cover on Instagram and here in my post about it. I’m taking a few days away from the late 1700s to clear my head before I delve into correcting it from the beginning. I think this is probably the first time in months I have gone a 24 hour period (and counting) not writing or reading any of it.
As part of my “day of rest,” I found myself in a sudden Messenger chat with a friend. She lives in Bristol and was my wife’s friend before she became mine as well. (I have deleted names used.) She is the opening message…
Being English, my wife takes pride in correctly pronouncing place names from around where I grew up:
Long Island, New York is that fish-profile-resembling island that extends east from New York City. My parents lived in New York City and on Long Island all of their lives until moving to Pennsylvania in 2011. I was born in the city and raised on the island.
A bit of an “unserious” post at times. It’s Wednesday. A brief change of pace.
We sat through Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, on Sunday night.
I like science fiction. I like superheroes. I like being entertained.
But while watching too often I found myself asking: What the heck is going on?
The film is based on the characters from the famous comics, of course. As I watched, it dawned on me as well that lots of books today are also rooted in the supernatural or the essentially “unbelievable.” The number of indie authors alone who write fantasy – and often really good stuff, too – is enormous.