I don't know if you could call it an actual writer's block, but lately I haven't been in the mood to write. I'm finding it difficult and unnessary to articulate all the things I'm feeling and experiencing.
However, I must say that I saw Midnight in Paris last night and (big surprise!) I fell in love -- with Paris all over again, with Woody Allen, with shift dresses, with Marion Cotillard, with Hemingway. I can't stop thinking about it.
Afterwards I had mussels and white wine on the patio of my favorite french restaurant, and I felt beyond lucky that I soon will be in France. Saying that life is beautiful would be the understatement of the century.