A week in the life of a medieval female writer

You wake up one day. The year is 1405. You look out the Gothic window and you see the Paris cityscape. You try to say a few words in the language you know, but what comes out is a strange variety of French in a Venetian accent. You were born in Venice in 1364, your name is Christine de Pizan, you like Veneto wine and you're a hell of a writer. You're ma…