A. In difficult times, I try to remember to ask myself, How can I make this situation better?
A. I sit on the fence (but see my best quality -- the best and worse are usually linked)
A. Lovely and Beautiful. Once I realized this, I changed a sentence in a manuscript from "Uncle William died on a beautiful summer day" to read "Uncle William died on an ordinary summer day." And to my amazement, the ordinary was more beautiful.
A. Myself -- or perhaps a bird.
A. Too much of one thing is awful to imagine.