As I return to my desk after the long holiday weekend, I'm thinking of holidays – specifically, about a very significant one. Good Friday, 1327. On that day, an hour after dawn, Francesco Petrarcha first laid eyes on his Laura, sparking a poetic love that would last the rest of his life.
Which is the scene I'm writing today. Or rather, the other events of that fateful day.
Pietro and Petrarch. Cesco and the Emperor Ludwig. Death, and love. Even a fateful engagement. Jousts and melees. Chases – and the inevitable recipe.
FORTUNE'S FOOL. Coming in 2012.
