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 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. Right now, the sarcastic "really?" It's got to stop. Really.
A. I went to college at 16 and graduated three years later. I don't know that that's an achievement. Mostly, it left me dazed and lost.