If you could write a book about anything, what would it be about?
I’d like to write a cozy mystery starring a cute, sensible, gay bureaucrat who lives and works among an odd population of egocentric, self-important, nutty would-be powerbrokers and hangers-on. Hmmm, I wonder why that sounds so familiar. Anyway, the sleuth—let’s call him Jay-me—will fix everyone’s problems without ever getting any credit. He probably won’t find love in the end, either.
Naturally, as a good cozy, the book would be comical or, at least, witty. Plus, inherent in the entire thing would be a sort of satire on power and the types of people who have (or aspire to have) it.
I’d have to hope the book was a bestseller because I’d surely be fired for writing such a thing—even though, as you surely know, I’d never, never, never base a book on any of the quirky people I work with. Never! Hee.