Empress of the Universe would be way too much work. I'd have to wear fancy clothes, probably including lady shoes with pointed toes, and could no longer slouch into the study in PJs and slippers. Someone would (avert!) straighten my desk. Someone would reorganize my yarn stash...in fact, they'd assign someone else to knit my socks, thus depriving me of an excuse to rest my brain while pretending to accomplish something useful.

Other people, including me, have written books with main characters who were old and rich. Or old and brilliant. Old sages, old wizards, old rich people.

Now my mother, interestingly enough, was not a feminist in her own mind.

No, but a cello is the perfect string bass for an accordion. Works with it beautifully.

Sometimes I wonder how normal normal people are, and I wonder that most in the grocery store.

Having a mother who had been an aeronautical engineer convinced me that more things should be open to women.

I love biomedical science, I love astronomy, and you can't really do much with those in a fantasy setting.