I’d like to write about writing. That seems like it should be simple enough for a former Language Arts teacher, doesn’t it?

However.

The silliest things give me writer’s block.

Take, for example, a name–would not a Snow by any other name smell as crisp?

I’m presently writing fantasy romances and would love to publish under my legal name. I compete in that, though, with another fantasy romance author, a talented artist, and an escort.

It’s almost the start of a joke, isn’t it?

“A writer, an artist, and an escort walk into a bar…”

In that instance, I suppose I should sit down and take notes.

That in itself could make for a fabulous romance read.