So my first thought was, do I admit how old I am? Do I confess it all? How I walked away from writing and into the secure arms of science, and then walked back because of tenuous encouragement, as if as to an old love who offers nothing and cannot be resisted. Yes, I guess that’s me. And that could very well be a plot for a novel. But it’s not the plot for my first novel. My first novel is a romantic comedy about a woman who wants to be a scientist in 1871. It’s forthcoming from Penner Publishing. Watch here for more details.