Are you a timid writer?

I knew I wanted to write and get published when I first got my grubby paws on the romance novel – you know, the ones with gorgeous river pilot on the cover: tall, dark, muscular and handsome hero with beautiful heroine – when I was 16 years old.
I said to one of my best friends, Sylvia, “I’d love to write my own novel one of these days.”
She looked at me. “Like this one? No. You can’t be serious.”
I tried to hide my mischievous smile.
“I don’t believe you,” she said with bulging eyes.
“Watch me,” I said.
She laughed. “All right. The glint in your eyes convinces me you’re up to something.”
Someone clears his throat. “You two, did you finished your work?”








