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.

In a novel, I could submerge my ego in a characters and let his perceptions take over.

Hard to be a physics major at Rice University if you have flunked calculus.

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

No matter what I do, no matter how predictable I try to make my life, it will not be any more predictable than the rest of the world. Which is chaotic.

People are people, messy and mutable, combining differently with one another from day to day - even hour to hour.

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.