Update on the writing front – I wrote just over 2,000 words today on my Harlequin manuscript. I’ve been working the ‘timer’ method. I focus on my writing for 30 minutes, let myself do other things for 15. I’ve stayed out of the kitchen today (Gizmo Guy and the boys are pouting, no double fudge brownies or corn muffins today). Instead I’ve read a couple more Harlequins – one Romantic Suspense, and one Intrigue. To be honest, I couldn’t tell the difference between the lines. Both involved a woman in danger, the hero was there to protect her, both had a certain amount of sexual tension, and about one love scene each that came about three quarters the way through. (I really thought there’d be more – maybe I’m reading the wrong books, LOL). On to the Blazes tomorrow. Although they worry me – the guidelines say to write them about the dating world for 20-somethings. I wasn’t dating in my twenties, I married at 18. Hmm. Guess I should be watching my 23 son – who has been dating his girlfriend since he was 17? Ah well, maybe it’s time to visit the coffee shops to do some eavesdropping.
Anyway, here are some more pictures of Quebec City … I promised you some a while back and finally got around to looking at them again …
This is a square in Lower Quebec City, it’s just outside Notre Dame de Victoires. If it looks familiar to you at all, it may be because you’ve watched Tom Hanks standing there in Catch Me If You Can. It’s in the scene at the very end, where Tom is in France, and is about to apprehend Leonardo DiCaprio. As you can see from this picture, it was filled with about four different tour groups, and the voices of all those people rebounding off the stone walls was nearly deafening. Last time I was there, there was a violinist playing some absolutely ethereal music quite in line with the area.
The original version built by the French in the 1600 and 1700s was destroyed when the British bombarded the town in 1759. This little church dates back therefore t o the 1800s. But it’s still very pretty. It’s the only church I’ve ever been that has a wooden ship hanging over the congregation.
Par to the course for Gizmo Guy and I, we did things backwards. We took the funicular (shown to the right) down the embankment that stymied the British for so long, and then when we were done in the Lower Town walked up the stairs. It really would have been smarter to do it the other way around.
The picture to the left is looking down on Lower Town from the aptly named Breakneck Stairs. We stopped off at a restaurant on the second level up for lunch (for me – French onion soup naturellement, and the ubiquitous fries for Gizmo Guy).