What If I Take up a Job in Paris?

I am so obsess with my short story that I virtually spent all last night (except Jay Leno’s Show) reading over and over.  And busy returning mail to my friends. Willie invited me to go over to his place (with his girlfriend) one weekend.  How sweet of him!  He told me a little secret that… Continue reading What If I Take up a Job in Paris?

Of Viper Tongue, Big Ankle, and Hot Rabbit

Last night, I was writing a short story.  Time passed and I only had less than 5 hours of sleep (consider I had less than 4 hours of sleep the night before).  Today’s weather went crazy.  We had sun, wind and rain.  That’s spring in Paris. In French, “Viper Tongue” is gossip and “Big Ankle”… Continue reading Of Viper Tongue, Big Ankle, and Hot Rabbit