Velib’ cycles and autumn leaves
23 November 2009, outside my window
It is a cool, damp autumn Parisian morning as I begin to type.
It’s the fourth week of November; in one week it will be November’s final day and I will come to account with the number of words I have written for this blog for NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month. Twenty-two days ago, I decided that I would bend the rules a little for NaNo and not write a novel, per se, but write a kind of fictionalized memoir of my life in Paris. I decided, too, that I was not really writing a fiction of commission (an entirely made up narrative), but a fiction of omission (a true narrative, but one where I leave stuff out at will). Fifteen posts and 42,884 words later, I am here, at post 16 trying to think how in the heck I am going to organize all the thoughts which I have this morning, and also how to coherently describe some of the wonderful things that have happened in the past week!
In the previous post, I wrote a little about the weekend of November 14 & 15, but I had a little more that I wanted to say about Tess’ and my trip to the 17th and 8th arrondissements.
I think I shall begin there, and then see what happens.