Magic Monday Musings - Eva

My fiancé’s daughter and her boyfriend just came to spend the weekend with us. Or rather they crashed here to attend a three-day workshop for psythiotherapists, that is a PT in the states.

Christian’s daughter and her boyfriend are both full of energy. Of course, they are in their 20’s, 23 and 24 to be exact, and energy comes more easily than. But still, even for their age they seem to have an abundance. They need it for the work they have chosen to do. They travel around France, filling in for therapists on vacation. (In case you don’t know, the French take about 8 weeks of that per year, which means there is not typically a shortage of work for either of them. But they may be in Brittany for two weeks and then in Toulouse for three.)

They were sharing stories about their latest work experience in a remote little village in the Alps, where there is no thru road. In other words, you only get there if you are going there intentionally. Apparently because of its rather hidden location, there are two types of inhabitants; the elderly, because all their children moved away to go to school or find work; or hippies. Yep, hippies. It seems the area’s natural terrain and mineral rich soil are perfect for the small homesteader. The movement back to nature, to simplicity and only the essentials is a universal one, not relegated to the US only.

During our conversation, Eva asked me what was going on with me these days. I was explaining to her that I am deep in the throes of my novel and working on the yearlong program I will launch in January. She looked at me with her big beautiful eyes and delightful smile and asked, “you find motivation to work from the home all day?”

I just laughed.

The truth is I could work from anywhere, but it struck me how much I enjoy working from home, alone, all day. In fact, the introduction of other people distracts me from work like carnival lights excite children.

I am the classic introvert. For those of you that have been living under a rock since the plethora of books about introverts hit the bestseller lists a few years ago, an introvert by definition, does not hate people, is not necessarily shy and doesn’t avoid social gatherings. They (especially me) love interaction with other people. We simply have a limited amount of energy for interaction before we become physically exhausted. And we have a low threshold of interest for small talk. In other words, we prefer, no, we exist for deep connection and stimulating conversation. We just need it in either A.) small doses consisting of only a few hours at a time; or B.) with only one or two other people, again, in deep conversation or together in abject silence.

So, yes, I love working from home, or in crowded public places where I can observe and be alone in my mind, or engage at my discretion. Compared to the life Eva and Etienne live, which is bouncing from house to house living out of a backpack and often with up to 25 other people, the notion that I could find motivation alone, without the stimulation of a new room to sleep in every night, seemed curious to her.

And that is why I love to write. Eva is deep, thoughtful, aware, beautiful, vivacious, inquisitive and utterly fascinating and lovable. I have no idea what is going on in her world today, except to know it is much more about movement than contemplation.

She would hate sitting here where I am sitting at this moment; doing this every day. And I would hate living with strangers ‘en masse’, a handful of toiletries and three days’ worth of clothing in a sack on my back.

I did realize, however, in pondering her question, that I am living in one of the most amazing cities in the world and I sit in my apartment most days until 4, in the same room, looking out of the same window.

It is still a dream come true.


But, how much richer would my experience be if I took my, ah hum, lap top computer (you know the portable kind made portable for just such adventures??) to a new part of Paris, or a museum to write?

And so, it occurred to me.

Getting into a rut in life can be done anywhere,





To get out of said rut, first you must recognize it. It took Eva’s question to give me that ‘a ha’ moment.

What will it take for you to recognize that ‘quiet desperation’ as Thoreau called it; that subtle nagging feeling that life is supposed to be more than the day to day you are currently living?

If you have ever wanted to write (and statistics say 80% of Americans do) that is your Eva, your inner prompting, your little nudge. See her smiling face. Listen to her prodding. Follow her inspiration.



Tomorrow is November 1, the kick off, NaNoWriMo. Tomorrow you can begin your quest. Commit to 30 days of writing. Whether you finish a novel or not will not be the only benefit of making the commitment.

It is one small way to begin; to open the door to the dream that has been waiting just on the other side of it.

And, if you catch the bug (which you will if you commit to daily writing) join me here for weekly writing inspiration, work from other writers, resources, suggestions and the like.

If you catch the bug, but want to go farther, email me for a quick call about how to do that.

And stay tuned to tomorrow’s episode, written from the celebrated



Musee D’Orsay.

Life is a divine ride, unless you sit on the sidelines.

À Bientôt!