Packing, feasting, pausing real life

This is a very quick post as I am due at a Sultan's Chateau in a few hours…

Since I've gotten back from Russia things have been a bit crazy for me, not in my writing life, but in the other one I'm generally much more quiet about. So, in the long narrative tradition of packing a bag, running away and joining the circus, here I find myself drinking mint tea at the Paris Mosque. Except I'm not joining the circus - I am in Paris to work at a Sultan's Chateau for a few months. 

Occasionally something comes along at just the right moment and that's what happened with this job. So, unable to resist the lure of an adventure (and mountains of cake) here I find myself, pausing my real London life, and about to report for duty in my strange new one. 

I'll continue working on Thirst of course and will recommence my Arts Council 'time to write' in October (as an aside I can't say enough positive things about the Arts Council). I'm hoping Paris will offer fresh inspiration, there must have been a reason so many artists and writers flocked here right? If it's good enough for Hemingway….