Home alone with Lasagna

Creative Fortnight in Paris #2

Saturday in Montmartre.

Hello from me and my second cup of coffee on this rainy May morning. I almost gave up writing and wanted to move closer to the window so that I could stare at the last tulips outside, raindrops, and the suicidal elderly who cross the road on red lights for some reason. I wanted to open the wet window and scream to stop them, but they seem to love the speed and thrill. This happens all the time. Traffic lights in Paris are more of a suggestion than a rule.

Earlier, I had what we planned for lunch today - you just can't leave me with lasagna alone. Once I had eaten everything around me and responded to everyone on every platform that I generally avoid, inspiration for writing came. I realized that this Sunday marks one month since I started my Substack adventure. Oh joy! That has given me the push to scribble, and here we are: I enjoy writing this newsletter, and I truly hope you're enjoying reading it!