A. Writer, reader, and thinker of copious random thoughts.
A. Love well. Serve well. Share well.
A. It's always tricky balancing writing with real life. To be perfectly happy, I have to be tapping away at my laptop in a coffee shop, with a latté steaming beside me.OR...I have to be far, far away from my laptop, maybe on snowshoes with my family, surrounded by forest, forced to focus on the moment!
A. Earthquakes. I have a serious fear of seismic activity.
A. Ironically, considering the answer to question five, I love, love, love Vancouver, and wouldn't want to live anywhere else.
A. I would have made an excellent medieval queen. Oooh... the power! The control! Cue evil laughter...
A. Margaret Atwood. She single-handedly changed the face of a nation's literature. And have you ever heard her speak? Everything that comes out of her mouth is brilliant. Wait... I changed my mind. I think I hate her. She's really skewing the bell curve for the rest of us.
A. "But." BUT, it's not my fault. I'd like to be more unilateral, BUT there are a lot of variables in life.
A. Not attending my grandpa's funeral. I was having a little (decade-long) self-absorbed stage.
A. Musical literacy
A. Writing a novel. Woot!
A. I am the worst correspondent on earth, and communicate only with friends who live in my city. Mainly, with those who live in a five-block radius.
A. Hey, I'm a small-town girl. We don't go around bragging.
A. Dr. Seuss was pretty convincing when he said I wouldn't want to be a potato. I'm happy to be me.
A. I'm not highly noticeable. There's a dad at my daughter's school... I've seen him several mornings a week now for four years, and he got my name wrong last week. He thought I was Leanne. Thanked me for the flowers...
A. Meg, from A Wrinkle in Time.
A. The Gruffalo. (What do you mean he's not a villain? Some of use are easily frightened, okay?)
A. Alfred Nobel.When that guy was trying to invent dynamite, his factory blew up, his brother died, his dad had a stroke, the city of Stockholm kicked him out, ships blew up, the San Francisco docks exploded, and yet he kept going. Dynamite was used to blow up thousands more people. And then Alfred got old and -- possibly in a crisis of conscience -- established the Nobel prizes. I'd just like to take him by the ears and say, "what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks were you thinking? And what kind of person are you, anyway?"
A. There are so many! It's a battle to control my irritable Virgo side.
A. People-watching. Is that an occupation?
A. Generosity, affection, empathy.
A. I know some Motley Crue and Guns N' Roses songs from high school. That's when I stopped listening to music. It's better for everyone that way, really.