A. Leap and the net will appear - Zen saying
A. I think there are big kinds of perfect happiness and little kinds. My husband, my kids, seeing the dream of being a published author come to pass - those are the big kind. But I really revel in the littler moments. Like: a rainy, chilly dark fall night. Sweater weather. Cider weather. Fire-in-the-fireplace weather. Got it? Okay. So add to that sleeping kids in a quiet house, five pages of freshly-written stuff saved on the computer and a book I've been dying to read sitting on the arm of my favorite chair, ready to be opened. What ensues in the next hour - reading, sipping the cider, listening to the fire inside and the rain against the windows - that's one of those moments that I live for, when I wouldn't change a thing. When I am perfectly happy just as I am.
A. Reading. Hands down.
A. In writing? My characters tend to bite their lips and raise their eyebrows far too often. In life? Probably "Let's see. . ." My toddler can mimic the way I say that way too perfectly.
A. Jane Eyre. If I only had to pick one, it would be her.