Snow and I are not friends. No way, no how. I hate the cold that comes with it, the flakes hitting me in the face and having to clean off my car. Or, in this morning's case, having to pry my driver's door open.

The only good thing about snowy days is that I'm inclined to stay indoors. That gives me more writing time, which I adore.

People often ask how I became a writer, and I tell the truth. There were two huge factors: I have a vivid imagination and I hate to clean house. There it is, the honest-to-gosh story of why I found a career where I can hide out at a computer for hours on end and everyone thinks it's grand.

I like nothing better than fixing a cup of hot cocoa and retreating to my cave, also known as my home office. My lovely gray tabby cat joins me, sitting on her favorite perch, the top of my four-in-one printer. The dog tries for my attention and finally retreats to my bedroom, where she takes up residence on the bed and mopes.

Being able to leave the cold, wintry world behind and escape into one of my own making is a delicious treat – especially when it's populated by a sexy man who will do whatever I command! Oh, yeah, good times!