You judge whether people have been naughty or nice, but since I write erotic romance, I hope you’ll decide I’ve been the right kind of naughty and will consider my Christmas list. I’m not going ask for fame or fortune, but I would like to request a few little items – hardly more than stocking stuffers – that will make my job easier throughout the year:
A few more hours in each day. The current twenty-four falls a tad short of what I need. I start writing early in the morning and by the time I look at the clock, it’s time to start dinner. If you could give me five or six more hours, that would be great.
A calendar rollback by about a decade. As you know from your dossier on me, I’ve been writing all my life, but only started writing erotic romance about 2 ½ years ago. If I’d known then what I know now, I would have started writing erotic romance a long time ago. So please consider resetting the calendar to about 2001.
A dragon. I know puppies are all the rage, but I need a live dragon to guard the door of my home office and keep interruptions at bay. It doesn’t need to be a big dragon, but if it breathes fire, that would be most helpful. Please be sure it’s housebroken.
3K every day. I’ve been good in meeting my goal of writing 1,000 words every single day when I’m working on a new manuscript, and I have bouts of 2K, but gee, 3K would be really cool. But I’ll need that dragon for sure.
More stories so inspired that that they practically write themselves. I’ve had a couple of those and I much prefer them to other variety that has to be squeezed out of stone.
As you can see, I’m not asking for much. I’ll leave a hot toddy and some rum balls out for you, Santa. Merry Christmas.