Happy new year! Has 2014 started off well? Have you made resolutions? Broken any already? Or are you just playing life as it comes?
I’m celebrating, too, another special occasion. Four years ago today I started this blog and signed in as paris (im)perfect for the first time. Thank you for coming along for the ride!
Speaking of which, as someone always seeking Paris quirk, it seems only fitting that my blogiversay and the “No Pants Subway Ride” take place around the same time.
Though this blog has been quiet of late, rest assured things are a-brewing. Just not in a flashing bloomers kind of way.
I’m honored to have been selected as the winter writer-in-residence at the Kerouac House in Florida. I’ve been tucked away here since December and it’s from where I write to you now.
Jack Kerouac entered this house an unknown 35-year old and left 10 months later the bard of the Beat Generation. On the Road was published while he lived here and he wrote Dharma Bums in a frenzied 11 days.
The residency offers the chance to work in this historic home for three months. Time and space for a writer – no greater gift!
I’ve committed to vastly reducing my online time while I’m here, one of the reasons you haven’t seen me around these interwebs as much. So, I’m not sure exactly what the blog will look like this new year, but I hope you’ll stay with me through the changes. (If you haven’t already, sign up on the right to receive emails, since I know my posts have become sporadic. I still want to stay in touch with you!)
I’ll return to Paris with more stories and look forward to sharing them with you then. In the meantime, champagne! Balloons! Blog birthday! Bonne année!
My only resolution this year is to follow one of Kerouac’s 30 tips for modern prose which apply just as readily to la vie. “Be in love with yr life,” he wrote. As good a maxim as any as everything else flows from there.
And you? What are your 2014 hopes and dreams?