As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.
Leonardo Da Vinci
Think Under The Tuscan Sun meets Seinfield meets The Thorn Birds. With ghosts. This one is an absolute joy to write, except for the alone part. No more Starbucks for me. I’ve been told I use strange hand geatures (Myra’s influence), and I never know what Myra and Ira will say to crack me up! Spitting out luke warm Earl Grey with a splash of milk is not a good look.
The gist of the story is this: Followed by her newly dead, meddling, Jewish parents, Elaine flees to Italy to reclaim the artistic life she gave up in her rebellious youth. When her selfish soon-to-be ex-husband Allen shows up in Rome with a reversed vasectomy, she must choose between the artist’s life she lost or the baby she’s always wanted.