THE PARIS LETTER.O1X

Protect your creative spirit. This world, folks, it can be thorny, but discovering what fuels your engine for ingenuity, fire, and thought is one of the most important recipes one could hope to learn about themselves. Unearth your ingredients, carefully cook, and feed yourself well. Refuel your creative engine, and I promise you'll be glad for the fullness and lucidity you'll surely gain. It'll be as if this once gray rock we all ride suddenly turns and turns to a planet of color.

Straightaway, I'd like to get to the business of my open letter today. I'm headed to Paris on a writer's retreat. Paris has long been in my sights, and I couldn't be luckier to finally be actualizing this dream. My sole aim is to feed my creative spirit with this forthcoming fuel that I expect to be quite the sui generis sustenance for my pen in hand. Like Joyce, Hemingway, and Fitzgerald, I go to Paris to bottle some of this creative vim, and let it spill onto pages of my very own for you all to—one day—hopefully enjoy. Walking, speaking, and most importantly, listening, to the sounds of the famous City of Light that has, for generations, inspired the world's greatest artists.

To all my family, friends, and loved ones back in America, I'll miss you dearly. Across the world or across the street, my mind is never far from you lot. This is officially goodbye for a spell. I'm off to wander through the cafe society of acceptable French coffees and cheeses. I'm off to study the lauded Parisian esprit de corps. I'm off to refuel with my very own moveable feast.

From Paris with Love,

​JD Slajchert