Paris Oui Oui

Worked out really well. Got my proverbial ass kicked by Wendy Rohm (that's "roam" as in "roam all over your copy, concept and plot points until you get what you're doing is crazy"). Eiffel Carousel. They have two. Crazy French.

Seriously, she's a gem. Got to one point where I thought I wasn't going to talk to her anymore, but goddamn it she was right. My plot points sucked to high heaven. Hell, once she was done even I couldn't follow the story. I kept saying "it's a sequel" and she kept saying "no one cares. book Eiffel Close up. Nifty, eh?has to stand out on its own."

Fine. Be that way. Anyhow, it did work out well enough she asked me to come back. So I did. One week later and I am back in Paris ready to take a train to Provence with her and Pam. Pam is writing about her crazy childhood. Writers. We're all crazy.

So why go back? Glsd you asked. Simple. Strike while the iron is hot. Time is now my friends.

Photo of Paris? Well, here's one… or two.