Perched here against the old church in our town square I just blogged on the HuffPost about the crazy New Yorker cover and also on Babble.com about how close the kids and I have gotten on this trip. I can't stay long because they're bored now and I'm about to go back home with the bribe of some ice cream.
The script I'm working on is sort of an interracial Last Tango in Paris. I'm very excited about it. I'm pouring into it all the romance that my girlfriend and I are feeling now (minus the crazy kids, the diapers, the dog). I really wish she were here and that we could stay longer. The days are so long and magical, the tiny village so welcoming. I really can't wait to bring A and her daughter here next year.
Of course it's a little hard having U.S. dollars which are all but worthless now, but that has just meant that I've had to cook much more and a baguette is still just about $1.30. Fresh peaches are about what less than what they cost in Manhattan or Santa Monica.
And having to hike five minutes to get on the internet has allowed me to really focus on my work. Writing on the same instrument that you surf the net with is like writing on top of a TV set. It's very, very hard not to keep peeking.
