MY OWN ODYSSEUS JOURNEY
This is a time for journeys, trust me. As an 80 year-old broad and cancer survivor, I am definitely eyeing the end times of my life. But I'm not ready! I wail. I haven't written my book about Caravaggio yet! I have 126 pages so far. I have invented a vampire from the 15th-century, contemporaneous with my favorite painter, Caravaggio. Vinnie was his name, Vincenzo. His Mom perished in a fire in their Venetian home, set by a candle she had lit in front of her statue of the Virgin Mary because--God, you should know!--Vinnie was Catholic. And vampires can only die in a fire, not by any other method. He also was always semi-erect, something I invented for Vinnie but those of you who write know that everything we put down in words then becomes fact for us. When I read chapters in our Writer's Group (Janey just died, bless her big heart!) people would assume these words were truth. They certainly FELT like truth to me. Also, Vinnie had to spray fake tan o...
