There's an eight hundred pound gorilla in the room. Every body knows he's there, but nobody wants to talk about him...except me. I'll talk.
I've written a lot of love scenes. But I ask you to stop and think. How many nice, pretty words are out there in our American vocabulary to describe an act as old as time? Darn few. And I figure I've used all of them more than once. Remember, I said nice, pretty words. Finally, I grew jaded, tired of my fruitless search for those illusive words.
Then it dawned on me...Cozy Mysteries. They kill people and they do it without sex. Oh wow! I could be the next Agatha Christie. After all these years, I've found my new niche.
So, I headed to Amazon (virtually speaking) and purchased a stack of cozy mysteries by many different authors. Several notable things kept popping up: a continuing character (female amateur sleuth), plus a super intelligent dog or cat helping the amateur human to solve mysteries.
Hey, I'm a big animal lover. I can do this. I used to raise and show Dandie Dinmont Terriers--a rare breed from Scotland. I was an instructor at the local Obedience Club (B.A. that's before arthritis). As I grew older, I decided on a smaller breed and switched to Norwich Terriers. After he died and I got even older (bone years are the same as dog years), we decided to switch to cats--they don't need to be walked or taken to obedience classes.
My monumental decision was made. I would start writing Cozy Mysteries.
I was giddy with excitement as I turned on my computer and stared at the blank screen. Hmm, I was going to have to think about this one for awhile.