You open the front door to see a layer of fresh snow, with footprints leading out of your house… but you haven’t been outside yet…

You pause for a moment, breathing in the fresh, cool winter air. Looking in the direction the footprints lead, you lean against the doorframe and smile, hot cup of coffee in hand. Taking a sip, you mutter to yourself, “I could never work as early as my husband.”

Heading back inside, closing the door behind you, you walk over to your desk and open your laptop. It was time to get back to work on the sequel to your novel.

“This is going to be great.” You smile to yourself, setting your coffee on its coaster. Sitting just to the right of it, you see your novel. Everything came together perfectly for that one, the plot, the characters, even aspects like the cover and the publishing. Then you smile, seeing your pen name at the bottom, a subtle hint to your writing style: Ms. Direct.