R2E Excerpt #43: The Good Ship Nincompoop Sails for England*

Or, there was an old lady from Texas who swallowed my train. WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY PETER MOORE

WHAT REMAINS of my two months in Paris? 

Fifty pages of crabbed, tiny handwriting in my journals, most of it notes and outlines for a novel I never wrote (no plot, one character), and ideas for short stories that seemed profound or funny to a twentysomething. 

Which means I am now missing so much of...Paris. I had a choice between writing about living, an…