Does your first or middle name have any significance (or were you named after another family member)?
I don’t have a middle name. I didn’t get one.
My brother and sister got middle names, but not me. I have spent a lifetime hoping I’d get at least a decent nickname, but alas. Nothing. In all these years, no one called me Chuck or Fishface or Supergirl.
You’d think someone would have done it by now. How many more years need I wait for that great moment of epiphany when someone looks at me and says: “I love you, Chuck.”
Music or silence while working?
It depends on what I’m doing. If I’m writing, less noise is better. Mostly, I ignore noise if I’m busy. I worked in a lot of offices with lots of people and worked at home too — with dogs and kids and telephones.
I love music, but not as background. If there is music on, I want to listen to it. If it’s just on, it’s noise.
If you had a special place for your three most special possessions (not including photos, electronics, people or animals), what would they be?
I have no idea what that might be. I keep my jewelry in jewelry boxes. My coffee in coffee canisters and tea in tea canister. I hang pictures on the wall. Have pottery on shelves. And put rugs on the floor. I’m not sure what else I might want to put in its own special place.
I think I’ve passed the “hiding my diary” thing. Pretty sure.
The Never List: What are things you know you never will do?
Wear high heels. I would fall over. Kerplunk.