A. “Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”
A. I think I'd be a well-loved dog. Possibly an Anatolian Shepherd dog with a huge enclosure, a job to do, a warm and dry place to sleep, and plenty of food and water.
A. I'm easily discouraged. It take a lot of emotional effort for me to keep writing, day after day, when the rewards seem to come so infrequently.
A. I'd like to own my own business. A little bookstore/coffeeshop/artsy place where people hang out and discuss life.
A. Okay, here's where you learn that I'm a bit weird. I don't listen to music. I love the quiet. My favorite sounds are the rustle of Aspen leaves in a gentle breeze, the chirp of mating frogs in the spring, the howl of coyotes on a foggy night, the deep bass tones that come from my cathedral wind chimes, and the soft cheeping/whistling of my guinea hens as they search for seeds.