This was originally going to be a book review of sorts and I suppose in some ways it still is. The Paris Wife by Paula Mclain is a great read, it offers in-depth insight into the life of Ernest Hemingway as a young man trying to find his writing in Paris with his first wife. The entire book is from his wife’s perspective. While the novel is fictional in a lot of ways it offers a unique perspective on Hemingway, their marriage, Paris and the people they surrounded themselves with. It is a book that transports your mind and spirit and that is where my jealously came into play.

Ernest Hemingway was able to dedicate his entire life to his writing. His days in Paris were spent writing, his nights filled with booze, debauchery and socializing with people such as F. Scott Fitzgerald. The real world in so many ways was none of his concern, only his craft. While I don’t think I am the next Hemingway nor do I necessarily want to be I long for such an opportunity.

If only I could have six month, just six months free of everything and anything what novel would I be able to produce?

I have a feeling I will never know but perhaps just the thought of it is enough.