A. Writer, reader, social networker, Mom. Busy, busy, busy!
A. "Don't pick it." My Mom told me that, and it applies to any number of situations.
A. A quiet afternoon, a down comforter, a fire in the fireplace, a great book. (Oh, and snacks. Maybe tea and shortbread).
A. Being between books, and unable to find a good one.
A. Cape Cod, on a perfect sunny July afternoon, paddling my kayak through the salt marsh with my daughters, looking for clams.
A. Meeting one of my literary heroes -- one of the men whose work made me think that I could become a writer, too. He turned out to be a horrible sexist who claimed to never read books by women. I'm still getting over that one.
A. I can sing adequately, but if I could, I'd love to be really, really good. Good enough to take it on the road.
A. I think I'm supposed to say something about my children or my books here, but honestly, any morning that I wake up and find that I've successfully charged the various electronic devices that I'll need, that's a good day.
A. I am terrifically thin-skinned, and I hold grudges. So don't piss me off! Not even accidentally!
A. I'm an excellent tipper, I know lots of dirty jokes, and I watch lots of bad reality TV. So if you're a struggling waitress who wants to talk about "America's Next Top Model," I'm your girl.
A. I think I'd be me, only maybe a little younger and better-looking.
A. I'm usually smiling.
A. Linda Voss, from Susan Isaac's SHINING THROUGH, a secretary-turned-spy who saves the world and gets the guy.
A. Pennywise in Stephen King's IT. Seriously, if there's anything scarier than a killer clown, I don't even want to know about it.
A. After meeting the horribly sexist literary hero, I think I've given up on wishing for future encounters with famous people.
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. I love to read, I like to cook, and I love hanging out with my daughters.
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.
A. Integrity, sense of humor, willingness to share dessert.