You know I think I recognise that place, although it's been maybe 15 years or more since I was in Paris, but our hotel wasn't far from the Opera Garnier and we went around that area quite a bit. I'm really hoping I'll enjoy the city as much as I remember from that trip back then. Hopefully the weather'll be nice.
I have no idea why I'm calm, it's actually a really strange experience, because my usual first reaction is to be miserable and think I'm never going to write again. In fact I'm now so used to this reaction, I actually let myself have it for a set period of time, and then after that I have to buck up and just get back to writing. And weirdly I have been really down on my writing for a while and yeah, I am really worried that actually I just don't have what it takes, yet this isn't bothering me. And even the writing worries are a bit distant. Maybe I am mellowing out in my old age.