Friday, 24th July 2009
So, we're back in Paris. I thought that there was no hope left, that I wouldn't change my mind. Noah's not helping - he's being so quiet.
But he gave me his book to read, the one he's been working on, and wow...I mean, wow! It's so much better than the last draft I read. Cardboard Karl has become complex and three-dimensional. I can't believe the transformation!
Does this mean life can imitate art? But now I can learn to love and give and share as his character has? Or is this just a case of Good Old Grace's wishful thinking? I have to find out.