A. "Don't pick it." My Mom told me that, and it applies to any number of situations.
A. Integrity, sense of humor, willingness to share dessert.
A. That women's fiction is still -- still! -- considered less worthy than the stuff men writer. And that's if it's considered at all.
A. A quiet afternoon, a down comforter, a fire in the fireplace, a great book. (Oh, and snacks. Maybe tea and shortbread).
A. Backup singer! I actually got to live the fantasy for a night when the Rock Bottom Remainders, an all-author supergroup, came to town, and I sang back-up on "Mustang Sally." I have no idea how I sounded, or even if my microphone was on, but I loved it, loved it, loved it.