Nom de Plume
Wren writes poetry.
She has tried other things,
but...
the sellout for a Harlequin
was beyond her ken.
The cozy just crashed and burned,
as soon as the
small town marketing guru
and the bar owner
found the body.
Wren couldn't write those.
Wren is a free spirit,
who lights on the wall,
and sings to the late nights,
and too often gets lost
in the depths of her navel.
We get along well.
And as for Fern...
she only plays in sandboxes
belonging to strangers.
Fern tried epic fantasy.
And science fiction.
But she is trapped
by knowing where the serial numbers were filed.
Fern is stolid,
and respectable,
and sometimes funny.
I like her.
I wonder if a new person waits--
the one who can write
greeting cards
(Blue Mountain pays well...)
or maybe a western,
or some kind of deep,
important,
literary
junk.
Who knows?
Maybe her name is Elisheva--
that means something to me.
But her name is definitely
not the one on the birth certificate.
That girl writes articles
and notes
and papers for library school.
Everyone knows her other names are her.
Except...
Wren writes the poetry.