A. Happy woman bright woods barking dogs books and books
A. It'll all work out in the end. If it hasn't worked out yet, it isn't the end.
A. Being content to live in the moment. And Mama's barbecued chicken. And stumbling upon a book I've never heard of that I really love.
A. Failure. North Atlanta rush hour traffic. Any rush hour traffic.
A. Right here sitting on my futon in Newberry Florida. For the moment.
A. Nelson Mandela
A. "Well don't tell them I said it, but...."
A. Time wasted on fear.
A. Healing the sick (seriously.)
A. My children, greatest. Marriage, two and books, three. Or maybe faith is number one.
A. Not listening to fear much anymore.
A. Can't think of anyone but me.
A. Height and hillbilly accent.
A. Bilbo Baggins
A. Don't care for the villains.
A. Stonewall Jackson: would tell him to quit being a freaking martyr and let the medics treat him. When he goes, there goes old Dixie. Would also like to ask my paternal great-grandmother if she really died of a hex. And who put it on her. And why.
A. One word answers.
A. This is it.
A. Kindness, laughter, sincerity
A. Fried chicken wings
A. Midnight Mile, I See Jesus, Graceland, Jessica, Soldier's Joy
A. At the risk of offending the million writer friends, and just off the top of my head, here are current and old favorites, constantly shifting, though the core remains the same: Truman Capote, Tennesee Williams, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Dani Shapiro, Robert Leleux, Pat Conroy & Cassandra King; Evelyn Waugh, John Toland, George Plimpton, JRR Tolkien, Connie May Fowler, Rick Bragg... my mind has gone completely blank. Give me a while and I'll add more.
A. Brideshead Revisited, Biography of a Place, The Hobbitt, The Reivers, The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes; anything by Conroy; anything by Capote, includng his grocery list.
A. All of them. If I like them, I'll reread. If I love them, I'll read till they fall apart.
A. Never give up love of reading. Writing will end; reading will last.
A. What is your mother's maiden name.