I give up. I’ve twice started a post, and run into snags along the way. One was all about romance in my fiction (kinda like peppermint in my chocolate!) but I realized it was becoming a rant and I needed to cool down and look at it with calmer eyes. The other one wanted to be funny but it’s just…not. Funny is hard, and not-funny that wishes it was funny is pathetic. I thought about writing a post sharing goofy things library patrons have said to me in the last two weeks (and believe me, some of the comments will make you weep for the future of the human race) but then I worried that one of my library coworkers might drop in and decide it was time for my job to be handled by someone who didn’t post things on the internet (There are people who don’t live on the ‘net. Heck, there are people out there who don’t check their email more than every other week. It’s true. I’ve heard tales.) I even considered writing a post about what I’ve been reading lately, but I haven’t been thrilled with the last two or three books I brought home, and I don’t want to be a downer during the holidays.
Anyway, I’m tossing it out to you guys. Ask me anything. You can ask me about writing. Or reading. You can ask me about the first book that ever made me blush, or the first scene of my own that ever made me cry. We can argue about what makes a romantic hero romantic. Serious questions, silly questions, they’re all good. You can ask me about the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow if you like. I’ll either look it up for you or start quoting Python. Give me something to talk about.