I kill houseplants. There. Now you
know one of my greatest shames. I'm
not boasting. I just figure that if you're
reading this, you're looking for more
than how wonderful life is as a writer.
So here are a few more of my flaws:
I sing all the time. I sing in the car. In
the shower. While I'm grocery
shopping. And I headbop while I sing.
When I'm not singing, I talk to myself.
Just ignore me and move on. You get
used to it after a while.
I don't eat my vegetables. Seriously.
I'd rather have a cookie.
I'm extremely fair-skinned and could burn under a 60-watt light bulb.
I can't sleep without background noise. If it's too dark and too quiet, all I have are my
thoughts. And even *I* don't want to be alone with my thoughts.
Don't ask me to Zumba, line dance, or march in the parade. I have absolutely no
Regrets. I have more than a few.
My favorite activity is sleep. I don't clock a lot of hours, but I powernap like a Persian cat
and rejuvenate within ten minutes.
I consider shopping and dining out excellent therapy for anything wrong in my life.
My feet are always cold. Always. My husband claims it's because I'm an alien sent to
Earth to destroy him. (He might be right about that.)
Coming to my house for a visit? Unless you've given me plenty of advance notice, be
prepared. My floor will not be vacuumed, there will be dishes in my sink, and I only
make my bed when I change the sheets once a week (I'm climbing back into it ASAP.
Why make it?) Housecleaning is not high on my priority list. Okay, to be totally honest,
it's not on the list at all.
I can resist anything...except ice cream.
Since this is our first date, I figure I've revealed enough secrets for now. But if you've
read this bio and think I might be the author for you, pick up one of my books. You
won't be disappointed.