On the road to new digs in Montreal, we chose the older road down by the river, and stopped at a lively diner in Kamouraska. The landscape; a rush of farmland, rose and gold skies, hay; Picasso's Rose Period meets The Gleaners, with a Gilles Vigneault soundtrack. The diner was packed, everyone jabbering away in French.
"That dish there, the old man, the green and red and gold, it looks so good?" I said to my Quebecois husband.
Any one of those things would be a full plate. I have just finished packing our house up, and I know exactly what that means. Wedding plans on top of that, well, my dear, bonne chance! Here, the writing is at the editing stage. I've done the part where you print out your first hard copy of the ms and realize you are capable of writing extremely badly. But I like fixing it, and am through part one of the novel and ready to begin part two (line editing). Still have to go through it lots more times, hopefully with a good editor. You must be looking forward to your masters program.
On July 27th, 2008 11:23 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Just dropping in to give you this link, which I thought you'd enjoy as much as I did:
....only to find that---what? what's this? you've moved to Montreal? How long has this been going on??
Heheh - We took the ferry last week and are an hour east of Montreal now, among the rivers and cows, and we move to the city on the first of August. Fig trees in our garden, a short walk to the Jean Talon market in Little Italy, and much, much easier to hop a flight to Edinburgh! Thanks for the link - will check it out. How art thou, my dear Gaby?