La Serenissima – Part I
Sebastiano The Summer of 1578 I lean back in my chair. Neck stiff and shoulders tense, I let my head loll back and stare up
“Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends, and society are the natural enemies of the writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted, and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.” ~ Jessamyn West
All too often writing is a solitary journey; research even more so. It can be quiet and lonely. But, the thought that I’m not alone—that right in this moment, writers just like me are tapping away at their own keyboards—keeps me going. To this end, I thought I might try to build my own little online community of like-minded individuals. Together, we can share the wins and commiserate the hardships. I’d love for you to come along on my research and writing journey.
Sebastiano The Summer of 1578 I lean back in my chair. Neck stiff and shoulders tense, I let my head loll back and stare up
SEBASTIANO THE SUMMER OF 1578 Never has a bigger lie crossed her lips. Caterina could never be just a woman. She is my confidant, my
SEBASTIANO THE SUMMER OF 1578 But perhaps Caterina had. She seemed to glide through the filth, like she had the first night I saw her