Sunday morning. As we sat at outside at our favorite cafe, fellow aspiring writers happened by and joined us for discussion of the Paris Writer’s Workshop that finished up on Friday evening. I’d like to think that in another time this might have been Hemingway and his cohorts. The smoking (now only allowed outside), espresso, croissants and the tiny cafe table used as much for conversation and camaraderie would be the same. Such is Paris.
We have just spent an intense week, writing, reading and critiquing manuscripts. We are on a high. The feedback we’ve gotten on our work couldn’t have been more encouraging. We met individually with one workshop leader who discussed publishing options. She immediately focused on the film potential for The Long Road to Paris. Goodness, should we say No? We look forward to working with her. Maybe, just maybe.
Then there was our meeting with a US literary agent. She had read the first chapter of Night Watch (she was supposed to read just 10 pages, but told us she couldn’t stop!) and asked for the completed manuscript. She gave us her card. We know it’s just the first step, but a big one.
So, we had to admit we haven’t finished this manuscript- she said, “send it as soon as you have it done.” We are already back at work, plotting,writing, rewriting. We have three weeks here in Paris to work and will finish this once back in North Carolina. Our friends there may not see a lot of us in the next few weeks. OK, make that months and maybe our winter sailing trip (research you know) will be postponed. We need to follow-up on our end before this obviously very astute agent finds other writers and manuscripts that appeal to her and our names fade from her memory. We’d love to have it finished by the holidays-that’s Thanksgiving or Christmas-not 4th of July or Labor Day!
Now to solve one of the mundane but critical technical problems. Our Cannon printer, the portable one, isn’t working. I’d like to blame the US Air since the trip to Paris was so bad on that flight, but actually I don’t know. Tomorrow we’ll make a trip to Darty, the French version of Best Buys and hopefully get a new one. We need this to go on with the story.
More from Paris as we go.