St. Patrick’s Day may not be a big deal in Paris, but I’m having my own little celebration. Sun, warmth, blue sky! How I thought you’d forsaken me, and yet here you all are again.
Oui, ça sent le printemps, remarked many people at the market today. Spring has finally arrived.
Verdant green hills and fields of blooming flowers. (Ok, there are no verdant green hills in Paris, but it’s so nice out there it feels like there could be). Picnics in the park, aperos by the canal – these things are possibilities again.
Life has officially recommenced.
I’m pleased to note that I had a St. Paddy’s-related article out this month. “From Ireland, with love” reviews a few contemporary Irish novels and appears in Today in English. (My original title “Good Reads from the Green Isle” got nixed, but I’m still quite fond of it).
A publication is always cause for celebration in my book, but this also serves as something of a milestone: it’s the first thing I’ve written that my husband can actually read.
You see, Today in English is a magazine geared towards French-speakers learning English, so the articles help with vocabulary, idioms, and grammar. It’s funny to see what words they pulled out to elaborate: “Keen insight”, “tenuous grip on reality”, “unrelenting”… “Whatever” (ah yes, a classic Americanism!).
I can see why Jerome had some trouble with it, but he made his way through. I’ve grown accustomed, but it is quite something when you think about it: one of my main identities is that of a writer and yet my husband can’t access that part of me.
He sees me pass hours behind the computer screen or curled up with books. Or in a huff, doing everything but writing, but berating myself for not. In short, he knows this is who I am – he just has no idea what I’m saying.
There are times I wish I could share this part of myself with him. Other times when having something so important of my own is a gift.
We’ve had to create our own common interests, things we can share, from scratch, in a language that sometimes only the two of us understand. It can be frustrating, but it’s also illuminating. Two people together always construct their own reality, their own private world. Ours is different than anything I might have imagined for myself, yet it is undoubtedly that: ours.
Other fun writing news: I found out yesterday that a flash fiction story I submitted to an anthology has been accepted. Hooray!
And for those of you who read this on email, I don’t think you had the link to a very nice review of this blog by A Taste of Garlic.
(Other note for email subscribers, the videos don’t seem to appear in emails. If you’re dying to hear some Indochine clips from yesterday, head on over to the blog!)
Ok, enough with the pats on the back. Now onto some….green beer? (Maybe not. After fantastic champagne, I really don’t think I could). Happy St. Patrick’s Day!