A. Never cook naked.
A. Writing--which means I'm happy a lot. Perfect? I don't know. But happy as in contented? You bet. I don't understand the Hollywood myth about the tortured writer. When I get a cup of tea and sit down at my desk, looking out at the New England woods beyond but also facing that blank screen on my computer, I'm as happy as I ever am. It also doesn't hurt to have a collie sleeping nearby. Or the person you love making lunch in the kitchen.
A. I blast Stravinsky, John Adams, and Steve Reich while I write. But also Lady Antebellum and Rascal Flatts. You can take the boy out of Texas, but not the Texas out of the boy.
A. I trust people, assume everyone's telling the truth. It gets me into big trouble sometimes. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
A. I laugh a lot. Is that a trait? Or a tic?