What is the 1 book u think I should read?
I'm a broken record because I always recommend The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell. Beautiful gut-wrenching story of first contact and faith.
How do you feel about epistolary novels?
They're fine, I guess! I have no strong opinions either way.
Who was Tasha?
Tasha. *big sigh* I can't tell you who Tasha was in just one post. I could talk for months about who Tasha was and barely scratch the surface. But I think this is coming from my tweets last Monday on the anniversary of her death, so I think basic answers are what are sought; that I can do.
I have friends, I have good friends, and then I have heart-sisters. Heart-sisters are rare and amazing and wonderful. From the moment I met Tasha when I moved to Atlanta, she was one of mine. She had, as I always say, a laugh that filled not just any room she was in, but any house. My memories of Tasha overflow - house parties, dancing, the time she brought me jerk chicken at 3 am during Blogathon, sharing the joy of our daughters (mine was Miss Kid, hers was Miss Thing), writing - she howled "no!" and punched her desk at one of my character deaths - her art, her endless supply of corsets and wigs, but most of all, her joy. That grin. That laugh. The way she was always, always strong and positive, eve when she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and had to dial back on the parties, even when she was fragile. She attacked life with a grin. She never gave up. She is my damn role model. She was my sister in ways I won't talk about. She loved huge. The world shines less without her in it.
On Twitter, I said "I wish you could've known her. You would have loved her. She would've loved you." It's true.
Would you listen to my demo?
Yes, but I can't promise that I'll be able to do so soon.
Is medical stuff scary for you? I'm scared always.
Oh, yes. New doctors are always scary, because I don't know if they'll listen and respect me. New symptoms are scary.
Want to make out a week from tomorrow? :D
WE SHALL SEE. I'm triple-booked for that day and have decisions to make.
How do you remain optimistic?
You know, I honestly don't know. I think it's just an intrinsic part of me. Gods know the world's tried to beat it out of me enough. I think I must just be an optimism-and-carbon-based lifeform. Like, the facile answer is "if I become a cynic, the bastards win", but I don't think that's it. At least not all of it. I guess that in order to keep living, I have to believe in a better world; otherwise, what's the point?
What are your five favorite veggie tales
I have never seen a Veggie Tale!
Do you like tea? What's your favorite?
I'll drink it if there's no coffee. Chai and mint tea are both nice.
Where do you want to be in five years?
Still in this house, I tell you what. I like it here. Still with Adam, of course. Otherwise, I'd like to have at least one book out, I'd like a diagnosis and to be doing as well as I can medically, I'd like to be doing foster care, and I'd like to be cheering Elayna through grad school. Also it would be nice if the venture I just signed on with was hugely successful and I was using my non-writing time doing the cool fun stuff I'm going to be doing for it and making piles of money.
How does one develop good people-sense?
Oh, man, you picked the wrong time to ask that, because mine clearly got broken. But the short answer is pattern-matching skills. People have patterns that become obvious when you study them.
What is your favorite word?
I actually don't have one! Different words for different situations. The problem with writing in too many worlds.
Does everything really happen for a reason?
No. This is the Just World Fallacy. Sometimes things just happen - wonderful things, terrible things. To apply narrative to that often leads to victim-blaming and, for victims, to self-blaming. The idea that sometimes shit just happens is not comforting, but it's life.
What place would you really like to visit?
I still want to go to Greece!
What has been the happiest period of your life?
I thought it was bits of last year. *rueful smile*
What dessert do you most want made for you?
Flan. I wanted it for my birthday party, but our timing went haywire and we didn't get to make it happen.
No questions to ask. I think you're spiffy.
I think you are too!