A. Laugh at yourself. Often.
A. Writing. Isn’t it wild that I get to live out my fantasy?
A. Sleeping. Oh man, I love my bed and curling up in it for hours and hours, all toasty warm and drowsy and daydreaming about my next book.
A. Um, getting published. To dream of something all your life, and then see that dream come true? It reduced me to a crying, laughing mess.
A. That I never took music lessons. I’m pretty sure I’d be a virtuoso piano or violin player, despite my lack of musicality.