My mother may have just dared me to write a plausible romance between an opera singer and a hockey player despite their travel schedules and social expectations.

"A counter tenor," she says, "because they're usually small but feisty. Not a soprano."

"What about a mezzo?" I countered, "I think the whole 'Witches Bitches and Britches' thing would work with hockey, right?"

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Then she tried to figure out which major European cities have both hockey teams and opera houses.

Seriously, folks, if I end up writing opera/hockey, you'll know who to blame.

Least carbon-neutral romance ever?