Oh, the joy of a blank page, because Fiorella always has something to say. Her house is filled with drawers and shelves and piles of paper on which she has inscribed ideas and inspirations, poems and parts of poems, sketches and plans for everything that her ever-fertile brain can imagine. Then there are the little scraps of paper she has written on when she's on the go and stuffed in her purse for safekeeping.
But she does get a lot of her self-assignments done and obviously never has a spare moment. What more can one ask for?