Greetings from the Franziskushohe, my friend Hermann’s cozy hotel on a snowy hillside overlooking Lohr, Germany…an idyllic little village where Snow White supposedly lived. My wife tells me that Snow White is a French fable, not German, but apparently the people of Lohr think otherwise. The town doesn’t seem real to me, but you can blame years of movie-going for that. Lohr looks like a Hollywood version of what a German village is supposed to look like. Writer/producer Matt Witten, who is teaching here with me this week, had exactly the same impression.
Right now it’s about 11 am here (2 am back home in LA) and I am sitting in the dining room at a table by the window, watching the snow fall, working on my fifth Monk book and sipping hot Earl Grey tea. (Jet-lagged must have wallopped Matt, because he still hasn’t emerged from his room). If you’d told me a year ago that I would be here right now, I wouldn’t have believed it. I’m trying to get in as much uninterrupted writing as I can before tomorrow when the "students" (professional writer/producers, screenwriters, directors, and at least one actor) start arriving from all over Germany and the real work begins.
