A. "Don't pick it." My Mom told me that, and it applies to any number of situations.
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 am terrifically thin-skinned, and I hold grudges. So don't piss me off! Not even accidentally!
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.