For some blessed reason, my first mystery novel was relatively easy to write and get published. So, naturally, I thought my second novel would be a breeze. Not so much! I stubbornly decided to tackle some less than comical themes, like human trafficking and prostitution, thinking that it would give me more cred and therefore it would be a better novel. (My niche is the beloved “cozy” mystery- a touch of humor, a little suspense, and a mystery my amateur sleuth solves easily- think “Murder She Wrote” for lesbians) Neither my editor or publisher accepted my second attempt, and politely suggested I stick with my coziness.  I reread my first novel to discover what I had done correctly and was inspired to give my second attempt another crack. My desk is covered with little white 3”x3” post-its that have brief outlines of each chapter scrawled on them. I systematically removed any trace of the previous wickedness, and now am left with some humorous situations and no plot. No big deal. Stay tuned! I have a glimmer of an idea for the plot, but it’s still a mystery!