Writing a novel: an impossible dream... until the day you take the plunge. But deep down, why write?
Perhaps to create a better version of the world... or to better understand humanity... or
simply to share one’s dreams of eternity.
My novel *When I Was Marilyn Monroe* pays tribute to a woman whose touching personality was overshadowed by her dazzling beauty. Marilyn left us far too soon, so
I wanted to give her a second chance to express herself. Since she loved animals, I gave her a faithful four-legged friend. But the poor creature finds himself, despite himself, caught up in the workings of universal justice...
