I'm at L'Ecritoire (which means "the writer's desk") at Place de la Sorbonne on a Sunday. Normally I'm only here on the odd weekdays when I'm meeting Georges, who works in the neighborhood.
But today I'm planning to do something I've never done before: read my first chapter to a group of writers. I've been participating in this writer's group for several months now, but have never been brave enough to share any of my work. Now, since I'm also sending it out to agents, I figure this is the time to get over my qualms and just read it, out loud. Since I estimate I wrote about 50% of the book here in this very café over the past few years, it seems a fitting place to do this reading.
But of course, I need chocolate to sustain me.
