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J’ai eu droit � deux surprises ce matin, avant m�me que l’horloge sonne les 9 heures.

D’abord, Mini, qui �tait dehors depuis � peine 20 minutes, s’est point� devant les portes-fen�tres avec une belle suggestion de d�jeuner pour moi. Quand il a vu que je n’ouvrais pas � l’arri�re, il s’est rendu � la porte avant, tel un livreur de St-Hubert, sauf pour les plumes encore pr�sentes sur la proie. Merde. Je suis habitu�e aux gros matous urbains moi, ceux pour qui chasser veut dire se frotter contre mes jambes pour me forcer � les nourrir. Oui, il a une clochette sur son collier pour pr�venir les oiseaux de sa pr�sence mais je crois que le petit monstre est trop rapide.

Autre surprise: on parle (indirectement) de mon sc�nario en page 71 du Journal de Montr�al. Celle-l�, je ne m’y attendais pas du tout du tout. Pas certaine de ce que je dois en penser. (Note: La Presse a aussi publi� un article sur le m�me sujet.)

Tonight, I can’t think of anything more exciting than when all the pieces of a story you’ve been working on fall into place, finally creating a coherent whole, undoing the knots you couldn’t quite take care of before. Starting a text can be painful but oh, once you get going and you reach that point where you have most of the elements ready, where you know it’s going to happen! You will finish the text and it will work. You just know it.

Of course, later on, there are the outsiders’ reviews, the ones that will take every single one of those pieces apart and suggest that maybe you should move this here, and maybe a little more there, and why not change this part in the middle?

But for now, there’s only the satisfaction of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel but not quite being there yet, and that’s okay, because it’s nice and cool and quiet in there and you’ll reach the end when the time comes.

Man, is it so hard to work on such a gorgeous weekend! I just saw my bikini clad neighbor slowly descend the stairs leading to the cool water of her pool. Damn. It’s a good thing we’re not close with the neighbors quite yet because I would be unable to resist an invitation to jump in their pool right now.

But hey, there’s a deadline to meet in 10 days so I have to keep on writing. I did have my first swim of the season yesterday at my sister’s place so I guess I can’t complain too much. Renaud, my nephew, just turned 9 and we did our annual outing together at the bookstore. I think I inherited my love of reading from my big brother who used to take me to a bookstore every year for my birthday. He would pick a book for me and I got to pick a book myself. I thought I would try the same tradition with my nephews, so yesterday Renaud and I did some shopping. He chose a couple of small, illustrated encyclopedias and I picked two bandes dessin�es (comic books) for him as well as a short novel.

In the evening, I spent some time with Zeke and Blork at the Beer festival, before going out to dinner. Mmmmm, ice ciders. Light headed, I splurged and bought three different bottles (including this amazing one), knowing that somebody’s birthday is coming up in a week.

Everybody seems to be outside today so to cheer myself up a bit, I had a look at the great photos of Montreal taken by a brand new blogger, Jon, Cassandra’s beau. He’s a very talented professional photographer and I was charmed to see that his writing is just as enjoyable. You should have a look.