Marche – That’s the French word for “walk”, as in “je marche” (I walk). This weekend I participated in Walk MS. I have, in past years, participated in several charitable walks — this year, this will be the only one and it’s the one that has the most meaning for me — pardon me if I’m reluctant to explain why. The person I primarily walk for doesn’t talk about having MS, so I’m not in a position to “out” them. Wouldn’t want to anyway, of course.
Music – This is the first time I walked as far as I did without my trusty MP3 player. I’m motivated by music — it’s my drug of choice and I have wide interests in the field, from classical to choral to rock to pop to Cajun to Edith Piaf to Astrud Gilberto to… well, I could go on and on for a very long time. I’m much more willing to try new music than I am new writers, and I’m not altogether certain why, to tell you the truth. Of course, most of my ancestry is Welsh and I secretly think that’s why music is so vital to me.
Montréal – I have a vivid fantasy life (ok, mind OUT of the gutter please). I very much would like to live in Montréal. (Of course, when I got there maybe I’d feel differently — but I’d like to at least TRY). I think I’d like to be near the Marché (this time it means “Market”) Jean-Talon, in Villeray. One day… I’d love to live there and write all the ideas that are burbling around my head.