Your girl is up in arms! While looking through her sonnets, she suddenly realized that none of them are in print and she has no idea how to attract a publisher. Surely there can be somebody out there who could make a small killing out of Fiorella's rhymes! She even wrote at least one in Latin too, and wouldn't be surprised if, through the years, she hadn't added in a few other languages also.
If you're following Fiorella, you've been subjected to a fair number of her sonnets and other lyrics, plus, of course, bits and pieces of all her other creative endeavors. Now, she doesn't want to have walked this earth and rattled her brain for nothing. Surely there is someone out there who can run off all her endeavors and roll them up into a encyclopedia of Fiorella Plum. She would even give you permission to reveal Fio's Carpathian-Rusyn birth name!
Otherwise, her life is still pretty much the same as she's been complaining about for what seems like forever: no friends--although son is trying to fix that by setting her up with a nearby church's choir. Everyone has been helpful and nice so far, but Fio's not sure she has the voice she had when she directed her own choirs.
Changing the subject: your girl has started spending a fair amount of time checking out what she has in her salon/study/studio such as the unfinished portrait of her mother, and Fio is quite pleased by the results so far, but, strangely, the background may be a problem.
HOORAY, HOORAY--it looks like there might be a family gathering soon!
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